I got the keys to the country My diamonds kinda dusty Security like the president so can't nobody touch me I got the keys to the country, 20 deep when I go clubbin' Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley motherfucker
My bank account lookin' George Strait I ain't worried 'bout that Got more ice than Kid Rock in Michigan state In a winter season forecast, yeah Backwoods, my style still slaps in the black hoods Dirty ass in a flannel shirt rockin' Chevrolets with a cowl hood, and it sounds good Never endin' that's my time I bring hip-hop to these tall pines The CMA's let a rapper in it, it'd bе Upchurch on that dotted line Rednecker than a rеdneck with tan lines Ride a wheelie like a thick bitch on my time Hit the backroad fresh drippin' off of mine Like sauce to the ribs, I want honey on mine Get some honeys on the line when the Cadillac slide This is my life and I'm just swingin' that child I ain't made no plans in a long-long time Cause I drift like a cowboy off in the night Just listen for that rumble, be aware of that smoke Just know there ain't another one of me when it ends it's all that I wrote
I got the keys to the country My diamonds kinda dusty Security like the president so can't nobody touch me I got the keys to the country, 20 deep when I go clubbin' Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley motherfucker I got the keys to the country, keys to the country Ridin' around my city with the keys to the country I got the keys to the country, keys to the country Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harleys motherfucker
Stay rich as the big ballin' Been dukein' my whole life, where's the '69 Charger? Confederate flag flyin' proudly while I'm smokin' loud leaf If you don't like my people tell the gang they can all leave Motherfucker I don't care We head bangin' smokin' killer pot We be sippin' out of jars and passin' out on rocky top Go ahead and call the cops I got my cattle gates locked We ain't turnin' down until our bodies hit the ground and stop It's that south side with bikinis still drippin' Party at my house this weekend, 20 girlfriends went missin' Ahh, they say I flex too much Well bitch, I got that southern comfort, you should get you some
I got the keys to the country My diamonds kinda dusty Security like the president so can't nobody touch me I got the keys to the country, 20 deep when I go clubbin' Only baddies hit my blunt ride my Harley motherfucker I got the keys to the country, keys to the country Ridin' around my city with the keys to the country I got the keys to the country, keys to the country Only baddies hit my blunt ride my Harleys motherfuckerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
