Lyrics:
on you
Finesse em bitch I pull the shit out the roots
I Catch em I get em and bring em to tru
No Timberland you can get pop like a boot
I’m feeling it she
pumping his fist with his people
I pull out my weapon and march with my troops
Get your damn bloody neck under my boots
You telling them lies
I'm telling
Yeah
Pull up in a 504, V-Boot or White caddy
That's the definition of black classic
A hustler but I'm back at it
Cruising down sango, man, you Lagos
darlin' if you would
Show me just what kind of cowboy you are
Can you spin me 'round and 'round
Sweep my boots off of the ground
Make every girl in this
with conviction
I'm just saying my decisions have changed
Gotta stay strong chin up
Strap the boots, you're a soldier boy, ten hut
I salute the ones
but they still hear
Moving up to higher levels like every day
Cuz the south still got somethin to say Ok , Ok.
Who said them boys from the boot cant
I was workin' and workin' for low Now I'm duckin' and duckin
Them hoes, puttin' boot to the motherfuckin' floor
Tryna put all the boys in the rolls
raised up by them stop
Signs where them Cutlasses burn rubber dog
Caprice's on them 28's and truck
Hitches with swangin' balls
Them country boys with big
I'm gonna put on my new shirt
Shine up these old boots
Take a deep breath
Try to keep my cool
I know you're gonna be there
I'm gonna have
Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact
And she falls so softly
Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact
And she falls so softly
a heart I can hang my hat on, hat on
Boy by now I'm usually long gone, long gone
I wanna set down the saddle
Take off the boots
You're the only home that
yeah by the two
I'm outside still screaming free Juice
Rock the show yeah in Prada boots
Yeah I'm pushing life to the limit yeah I'm trying to see what
We the life of the party when we steppin' in
Who's that? It's just me and twin
Praying to god all alone when I sin
Hoping that me and my boys gon win
Before the jingle before the hot single
I was seeing shit boy, jackin' like Nino
Step by steppin', wreckin' and checkin'
No doors expected; madness is
the boots
Ah
Ever since I layed my eyes on you
I've been hypnotized by you
Oh yeah
I can't make this up
Ain't no waking up
Ever since I layed my eyes
can't breathe
By the red and blue lights
So proudly we hail
At the ones that we smite
O'er the land of the free
And the home of depraved
With a rope on my
a beast, won't stop no cease
It's left to the right when I shine that light
And I walk by faith, I don't walk by sight
It ain't black or white, people need
stick to my roots
From the back roads, to the radio
To the boots on my feet
Nitty gritty down and dirty by the creek
I'ma play it country
This night ain't
Huh woah
Huh woah woah
Can't you tell? huh
Lil bitch I'm boot'd up as fuck, like can't you tell?
You could prolly tell just by the smell shit loud
Miyake
Soon as I step in the room
Hundred thousand in jewels
That's a whole lotta moves
So what's a soldier to do
Standin' in his bloody boots
Yea
you get like beyonce' and do the booty hop
Thoia thoing inspired by juice and hypnotic
It's like a virus and the whole world's got it
I had her
Son said my mother when I was knee high
You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I
There's nothing in the house to make a boy's
of an instant cold
Keep 'em quiet and acting bold
Golden love, never had a love of gold
What a lovely thing to know
By now, the boys are true
They're
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