[Hook:] Let me tell you bout this Super fly dirty dirty Third coast muddy water Shawty pop that pussy if ya wanna Let me tell you bout this Old school pourin' lean Candied yams and collard greens Pocket fulla stones ridin' clean Let me tell you bout this country shit Country country shit Let me tell you bout this country shit Country country shit Let me tell you bout this country shit Country country shit Let me tell you bout this country shit Country country shit Country country shit
[Verse 1] I told 'em aw man hold up What you know about it Candy cars, superstars Rubber bands in my pocket A couple broads for the popping If she ridin then she bopping B*tch I'm sellin if you shopping If you need it then I got it If I want it then I cop it If you don't like n*gga top it Why you worried bout mine ho What's up in your wallet? I was riding my Screw shit Rims chop chopping Top dropping throwin bread crumbs Crows start flocking Knockin pictures off the wall We sit tall We still crawl We still shoot We still score We still win So we still ball We still hood so f*ck the law I got nuts and I got loot If you can't see the king in a n*gga like me undoubtedly
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[Verse 2] Okay the Caddy still swangin' And the trunk still bangin' N*gga trickin' ain't pimpin' shawty What is y'all thankin'? What what is y'all sayin? What what is y'all sangin'? Hit the club by the bar Like what is y'all drankin'? Old schools, foreign cars shawty What is y'all crankin'? Kush blunts Bank tellers ask me "Why is y'all stankin?" If it's money I chill shawty Why is y'all playin'? She was bound to f*ck a pimp So why is you carin'? Save the ho Cape crusader at her service aidin' ho Damn the ho, blame the ho For the same shit you pay me for Shake it more for a pimp With my shrimp on my plate Countryfied, country fly with a tape
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
