Lyrics:
downtown
And I said
Hey John Michael Montgomery won't mind
If I steal a song and make it mine all mine
Like I did so many times with Tim McGraw's
Yeah
The Unit was coached by Phil Jackson
The N was raw, it's Tim McGraw
Them Henny caps was spinnin' off
You had beef and niggas saw you?
They smacked you
Parody of Refried Dreams by Tim McGraw (J. Foster/M. Peterson) Zomba Enterprises/Millhouse Publishing Company (ASCAP/BMI)
New lyrics by Cledus T.
A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds
And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds
They dance like a great
A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds
And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds
They dance like a great
a problem y'all
It's like hip-hop, meets effin Tim McGraw
We two fools and don't take no mess
Bitch lumber logs just to work the chest
He's country
coming in live
Some of you niggas had me
Knock shit down for nine-five
I told you last year that I
Burned you in a flame now this year
I'm wreckin average
Up on a mountain jerkin' off.
Down by the river jerkin' off.
And that's when I had my epiphany.
You can't spend your whole life jerkin' off.
got that PPE
Time to set it off, okay, one, two, three
I ain't Tim McGraw, nah, this ain't country
I'm just drippin' sauce off the recipe
I ain't tryna
true wanna be down
Guess how many flows you gotta spit?
Like toilet paper
I'ma put you through a lotta quit
K-Rino getting murked by your kinda flow
You
Wanna be gang chick
When Tim Mcgraw comes on
You know she knows all the words
She a pretty face little waist
Sure to be dangerous
I could never hurt her
Tim McGraw singing live like you were dying
So we punched the gas and we lit those cigarettes
Chorus 1
We were driving fast down a back road tryna
Cut
I hit the grave
Call me Tim McGraw, I'm just here to sing
Skydiving, I went
Rocky mountain climbing, I went
Two point seven seconds
On a bull named
time we paint the cement
Beat the road down, my paper route was real scenic
Big moves silent, but the Za keep screamin'
I ain't been inspired by the shit
we can build a snowman
And pretend that he's a circus clown
We'll have lots of fun with Mister Snowman
Until the other kids knock him down
When
here by my side
to lay down some roots and watch us grow
Let's turn this house into a home
I know you hate that kitchen wall
I can't wait to replace it
she don't use no straws
Ooh naa
That white girl
Sipping White Claw
Rocking daisy dukes
Bumpin Tim McGraw
Yee haw
we missed the spotlight
coulda been a hit by
Faith and Tim McGraw
We coulda been a Country song
They coulda played us all over town
Til they tore that
gone
And you're daddy's little girl
Tim McGraw:
There's two things I know for sure
She was sent here from heaven
And she's daddy's little girl
As I drop
the culture and style/
I hold it down for my fam and my crowds/
I hold it down when these circus acts clownin around//
With the the sound,
Play my album
guitar
Well if Bobby Ray too country, I'm the black Tim McGraw
I got some shit up on my chest, and I can't wait to get it off
If it’s trouble that they
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
down to yellow
Listen up you do as I say so
I'm finished so here is my end note
Don't need an intro I'm straight to the topics
Just dropped an album it
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