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Hit it
This ain't no disco
It ain't no country club either
This is L.A.
"All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die"
Says the man next to me

daora
Elas quer cola só com os traficante aqui do viola 
O baile já pega fogo ela puxa aquele na lata 

Na camisa um Tony Country que demonstra meu estado

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new country today i boss it 
i see her move and i boss it 
dont hold your tears boy

the sight 
Rubber bullets are wounding their eyes 
Shitloads of grenades ripping their hands apart 
This country has failed them, and now they are 
Blind

country was bumping it
I guess I fumbled and stumbled, lost a lot 'cause of stubborness
And the drugs in my past let me look way more like a junkie
But I

make the country grow?


Haa rupiye ka bhaav kya hai?
Kachre se chunn na hai toh, chunaav kya hai?
Mitti se banne mitti mein hi mittne waale toh phir

heart For the tragedy I am living Is also yours

I call you, I press your hands. I refused shame in my country I did not bend my shoulders I turned

When I was a little bitty boy just up off the floor
We used to go down to grandma's house every month end or so
We'd have chicken pie, country ham

wild
Wandered like a selfless kid
Stood up tall before he slid
Down that old country road
Blinded and cold
Shaken and shattered in the rain
Showing signs

Hit it
This ain't no disco
It ain't no country club either
This is L.A.
"All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die"
Says the man next to me

Nelly country grammar huh bitches getting Nerdy with that slurpy while on camera
They pitching pussy it’s absurd
I hit like Vladdy they don’t curve

If

Hit it
This ain't no disco
It ain't no country club either
This is L.A.
"All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die"
Says the man next to me

Hit it
This ain't no disco
It ain't no country club either
This is L.A.
"All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die"
Says the man next to me

City boy can’t sleep at night
Country girl wonders what the city’s like
Trains pass trees and they both sigh
Looking for a blue butterfly
Thabo wants

(make my day)
My youngen dropped out of school
But he scored on his debut Mason Greenwood (sonny)
Got a few scouts in the country
Looking at talent gotta

fast and she's wild
Stop a runaway freight train
With her high country smile
She's tough as December
Salt of the earth
She'll make you fall like

troféu, acabou (acabou)
How many more with a thousand goals
That's the record he totes
He took our country where so many don't
Yeah there's an argument,

cross the country and
I ain’t moving bricks

I been trapping since the first grade
Y’all niggas new to this
Bitch you can get the fuck out of my trap
If

the whip
And tell these rappers when they see me
I ain't bumpin no fists (nah)

We cross country Vancouver to Montreal
I'm a pitbull and all of these dudes

a liter
Now my shorty
Bad like
Diva
Stuffin pockets like a 
Pita
4 doors but it still 2 seater
Jus me n my fuckin chica
Plannin shit on reefer
Country shit

Keyshia and Gucci
Exotic islands, escape from world (Uh Huh)
I must be real real thirsty, I gotta taste for ya girl
Her curves like country roads, I'm

problems can we fix ‘em all
(Aye)
Mind your step, I ma’ put you in my journey
Love the sex, she the hottest in the country
We write ‘em down from crashing

I like to reminisce (damn)
You went to college, it wasn't my style so I dropped out
Toured the country a few times, still going, I guess it worked out

years, that aint even just a sentence
He’s in another country asking for repentance

BIG MAN, BIG MAN,
I’m the farda out here, I’m a Big Man
I only see