Lyrics:
he got big glocks so your wig might split it
Man that nigga so cool, and he got that juice going back to his roots, .45 in his boots
Man that nigga too
Wow, woo, woo
Boot the bitch right out the door (Let's go, let's go)
Sj and the gang on the road
Sj and the gang on go
Sj been pouring up four's
Sippin'
bitch, you ballin' with a vet
HellStar on a t-shirt, vertebrae sweats
Shark boots in a five star, she only want the fish
DND when you with me and gotta
it
Feels like H-Town
Knocking boots through the night
Body rocking knocking
Oooohh
So bring me dat fye
You know what I like
The love that I got for you
Ghost man, I'm no dope man
Why they always askin' me if I got coke, man
She like slow jams, I play country music
We don't boot scoot and boogie but
Sticking my boot on your neck till you lick it
Thick at the root like a dick is
Blood in the soot when we smother the world
For the innocents' riches
girl she want a poster
Damn girl we need you sober
Jam sesh up in the Rover
Make mess all on the sofa, Look
Playboy but I coachem'
Sprayground
up. This P nigga. Stop fuckin' playin'"
[NLS]-"Nigga, if this fuckin P, nigga, say 'uhh', nigga. Fuck"
[MP]-"Nigga, I ain't bout to say no
Train, train burning like a absolute
Drunk with the love of the fire
Brain, brain burning and the leather boot
Kicking like he never gets tired
forget the jack
Mud tires pearl snaps
Old Justin boots
And a dirty ball cap
We like it loud we like it fun
With the girl riding shotgun
Load Em Up Load Em
So pour me a bourbon and light the sky
Turn it up, make it loud, say thank you to the Lord and the stars and stripes
It's Cowboy boots, cowboy hats
day to flex on a bitch
Soon as I'm through, I give her the boot, I just check her off the list
Gotta get home, count up my pockets, I just went crazy in
gonna fire, don't play she not the one
Me and my guys coming up, like the sun (Hey)
Step in big boots, big Bottega (Hey)
I know that she fire, because
She act up
Then i give her the boot
Didn't say nothing
I put her on mute
I dress fancy
I put on a suit
Go in the store
I bought it brand new
You gone
My niggas savage like Randy
I get the boot nigga like Andy
Kill yo' pops and you ate up like Annie
Shoot a nigga block up like Sandy
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would of got through
If only I'd worn my white boots
I'm sure I would of got through
I'd even got my sob story all lined up
Of a childhood of trauma
boys do country boy things"
Big trucks, dog in the back
Work boots, camo hat
If that's you you know what I mean
Country boys do country boy things
Well
prick
You're like a roach tryna be a thug
Boot to your face crush you like a Bug
Stayin Down. Laying in Blood
No Coming Back Face down in the Mud
Looking
I wake up in the morning, just glad my boots are on
Instead of empty in the whispering grasses
Down the Five at Forest Lawn
On the set, the makeup
rust on, mud on everything
Boots, beer, John Deere
It's what we give a dang 'bout
Way out in the middle of nowhere
Livin' the dream in a city boy's
on Saturday
Cut the grass if it don't rain
After church he'll watch the game
And have a beer or two
He'll stand up
When he hears the anthem
And that
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Huhahahaha
Yeah
I'm in a foul mood
Somebody gon' get beat up
Somebody gon' get beat up
Dang, girl, look at you
Stopping me in my boots
What's a country boy to do, but say
Uh uh
Stop beating my chest up
You're down right dangerous
When I go to war, I dun them
Could be this crew or that crew, I dun them
Could've joined that friend up, I will dun them
Out of town, that's where
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