Lyrics:
Country living
Factory working
The stick is jerking
My homie skirting
The scale is working
Get served like Perkins
The phone is chirping
The money's
Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray
Bon Jovi on the airwaves
Take that girl up out the country
But can't take the country out
Still got plastic on the couch
My name's Duncan Campbell from the shire of Argyll
I've travelled this country for many's a mile
I've travelled through Ireland and Scotland and all
the country roond
We're awa' to gut the herrin' we're awa' to Yarmouth toon
Rise up early in the morning wi' your bundles in your hand
Be at the station early
(Man, BeatKing)
Slumafia
Gangsta Boo
Catfish Billy, Yeah!
I am still that motherfucker
Ain't nothing new to this
Been that country cousin way
security
And a future that we can invest in
Hate the city, cost too much money
Asking you to move out to the country
White picket fence with a nice
feel me?
So I'm thinking about taking this shit to the next level
I'm thinking about, know what I'm saying
A whole 'nother country with you baby, know
a nine
KB need a verse?
I told him, "Ain't nothing to it"
Everybody ask me why, I just look em in the eye and say, "(Ima just do it)"
Country boy from
are locked on mine
Oh we will fill the metro skies with country air
And when you close your tired eyes I'll meet you there
I'll meet you there
on my way
Hey mama, all around the town they're sayin'
"He's goin' down, Lord have mercy"
I'm country rich, no budget
Got to get paid
Hey daddy, all
And fireflies never go to sleep
And country songs never help you sleep
After all those trains and all those breakdown lanes
The roads don't love you and they
Well, everybody sees me bein' a blinin' country rock star
Drivin' downtown, poundin' honky tonk sounds in my bandit car
They didn't know me back in
countries
I like to crouch down and turn on those bidets
I'll have a cocktail, pick at my fingernails
And then I'll squat down for a wash to end the day
Sweet like honeysuckles, country like that cha cha on the green
Jumping fences and rooms with large laughter
Original gene grafter, more and more ways
blood is on the leaves
Weep before you speak, think before you eat
How you love a country's food more than its people?
'Cause I think you hide behind
And now it's Michelin star restaurants in every country new guala
The only one in the whole place below 40 with two commas
I Love the way I did it
Can't
a sack of pot
Ain't no country like Tennessee country, but the 'Bama boys got it on lock
Ain't nobody like Billy, nobody boy, Billy got the big bass
You know you supposed to slide (Don't ask me)
These niggas be givin' bisexual vibes
They playin' on both the sides
Out the country with a brand-new ho
I'm country thick (country thick)
This another nasty song, daddy, you know how I get
You know that I'm a freak (freak), you know I like it slow
superior over me
We talk to each other in a friendship way
Then outta nowhere you tell me to break
Outta the country and into more country
Past Dyesburg into
All these guys wanna go war
Blud they ain't ready
I know guys from countries
Where you get shot
If you get caught watching the telly
Boy better know I'm
my pockets getting thick
(You know my pockets getting thick)
Yeah, yeah, country boy but I'm the shit
(Country boy but I'm the shit)
Yeah, yeah, I got
a brick, put your eggnog down
Your country's being run by
An orange fucking clown)
Well let me break it down for
How your stocking's getting stuffed
(White
(Paper Route Empire)
I woke up this morning, rolled a blunt
And took a shit country nigga
Made my bitch cook me some fish and grit's
(Damn) my
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