Lyrics:
for ya
I leave my phone in the truck,
I leave my truck at the road
My four-wheeler gets me where I wanna go
I leave the world behind,
I pull my
like Pastor Troy
But I'm stoned sucka, with my nigga Bone Crusher
Baby, we like to bone, all our chicks are bone crushers
We got guns in coupes, in
Plowing these fields in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate, lordy here she comes
With a basket full of chicken
And a big cold jug of sweet tea
I
shadow
They see me in person and panic
My diamonds the color of candy
I'm used to shockin' these bitches like Pikachu
Don't run away from me when I run
My brothers said that I was rotten to the core
I was the youngest child, so I got by with more
I guess she was tired by the time I came along,
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
He can tell from the front I got ass behind me
And I park my Bentley truck on my Versace driveway (skrrt)
Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money
When I pulled out of Basra they all wished me luck
Just like they always did before
With a bulletproof screen on the hood of my truck
[Troy:] What that shit talking
[Guy:] Uh, Pastor Troy
[Troy:] Get the fuck away from my motherfuckin door
[Guy: (Knocking on door)] This P nigga,
Waist high weeds hide a forsale sign at the drive-in where my innocence died
With a rusty advertisement dangling by a nail says popcorn and pepsi for
the type you shoot dice with and win dawg
Unless you want to get your ass laid out in Gilmore
He had some soldiers, 'mind me Troy and E-Bags
When they
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
Look at them boys in the back of that truck
Somebody ought to jerk a knot in their butts
Out ridin' around like they own this town
That racket
Look at them boys in the back of that truck
Somebody ought to jerk a knot in their butts
Out ridin' around like they own this town
That racket
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
in my automobile (hey)
Let him eat it with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill (hey)
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal
you can fit a midget in his engine
Bitch, give me them digits, why you cringin'?
Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin
Will I spend-spend even ten
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
I left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
of lukewarm beer,
So lay down by my side.
Like to whisper sweet nothings
In my filthy ear till I'm satisfied.
Baby-bootie, juicy-fruity,
Truck
she talks, so sweet and so clear
Oh, it's music to my ears
That girl, she's a sweet home Alabama
She could paint me a Birmingham, hot damn
If I
inside of me
It's a rotting sick that I don't need
To pene-vent your interrogation
I can believe I'm saying this
I'll live with my regrets
I'll die by
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