Lyrics:
life
With your brothers side by side in Korengal
We get up each morning, knowing this could be the end
But we still put our boots on and do it all
I still chew a little Red Man
Hit the lake and cast a line
Hold the door and say yes ma'am
Gas up my 4-wheel drive
I keep Alan Jackson playing
I packed up my pick-up at seventeen
With uncle Bob's old Martin guitar and a dream
Went from singin' in church
To singin' for tips in a honky-tonk
Honest, simple, outside, small town, America
Dream chasin', beer drinkin'
Raise 'em up, if you're thinkin'
This ole' world ain't got enough
Boot wearin',
go run from the ops
We step on heads stomp right there put the boot down
Them man they be running in groups now
Like Who's out
With Bally on my face
through
Telling me that it's ok
It's alright when I hold you
You you
I like I like it like that
Boot em to the side yeah
Tell your homie tell him I said bye
me
The KING
Wahhhh
Uhhhh
No we cannot be friends EX
Now we done came to a end NEXT
Probably won't speak again
It is what it is
I gave her the boot like
route
Veering off the path throwing Stones in a glass house
Broke mouth talking silly
Had a trash mouth
Big boots back
Walking on the track now
Beating up
and business is for
I beat up her walks yeah i change her decor
I run up that bag but i still need some more
Got her some boots you know they dior
Show her
boots, bags and more carrots
You on average, or at least the wrong section my girl need some checks so he headin' in our direction
Get your money up
boots, bags and more carrots
You on average, or at least the wrong section my girl need some checks so he headin' in our direction
Get your money up
pounds when yer wet and wearin boots
damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day
But Dre Day only met Eazy's pay day
all of a sudden Dr Dre is a G thang, but
Ayy, Mobz, that sounds wavey
Fired up
Clean it up (Ski, Ski)
Ayy, we all scream H and Ku, true
Mashford, slap them youtes (slap that)
Let me
a ball tonight
We'll be covered in rum and havin' our fun
In the boots and the black tie
Going wild
We're cuttin' up B&S style
Now it's pouring down
dirty fake love in his Mercedes
Lady, the word "rape" sums up events that take place every night
You wanna get up but you know your legs will ache if
so fast speeding his pulse up
Yeah, I know it sucks, life ain't all rosebuds
A couple of speed bumps, you gotta take your lumps
Off to boot camp,
wanna shake up the scene for the day
I wanna roll with the punch and take to the streets, the streets
I’m rolling the troops a black bag in my boots
I’ve
touchin’ my soul and I fell in love
You put a spring in my tred
Even made it to my bed
Waking up with you
Waking up with you
Me and my boots
The scent
to the pace steps precise like a surgeon
Guilt like a boot to the face with the strength of a Sherman
I believe what I see
But I’m not thinking free
Smoke up
in peace
Make you end up on a white tee
If you try me
If you try me
Black leather trousers
Motorcycle boots
Black painkillers
With a killer
At night and alone with your final solutions wrapped up conspiracy
You upped the ante that's been building for years
Shit grinning bluffs along with
I'm a vet
Yeah, yeah
Elegant
From my head to my toes to my shoes
Swirl my drink, I get loose
Bitch, I'm elegant
From my ring to my clothes to my boots
What you did you did it wrong
You don’t want me as your enemy, baby
I’m gonna step on you
In my new thigh high boots
You’re gonna feel the pain
Heels
I am the one that they wanna be, truth
Dasani my diamonds, I freeze in the booth
Orange and black the Vlone on my boots
Mob with my soldiers, my
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