Lyrics:
don't give enough?
Look I just touched down and I want you to come by
You're all I have in that part of my life
And when that light dies I can't say
the Bentley and I give they ass the business
I'm servin' by myself cuz I don't need no co-defendant
Hand countin the money lost count at 560
Cartel wanna
that's just a part of who I am
I'm Italian, I can't help it, we love talkin' with our hands
Had to conjure up a plan, launch a monster from a man
Your
give a fuck if you don't like me!
Yea, I walk with a lean like I'm on some other shit
I'm on top.. you can tell by my click
I'm from the south lil
the boy from eating biscuits in a Bentley
Country rap tunes, I assume you're unfamiliar
Three things matter, God, music, and familia
Everything remaining
loud
We'll be down by the creek
Yeah, making them cold beers spring a leak
We gonna hit us a rowdy streak
Got the paycheck money, been waiting all
the country
Where the pine trees grow so tall
Walk across that old log bridge
Stretching 'cross Black River Swamp
I can hear them bullfrogs croaking
In
Rolling Stone called me the most open-minded redneck on the block
Yeah, but I ain't the first good ol' boy to mix country with his rock
See I grew
Said I'm cold freezing said I'm cold
Both hands stick em up she needed a pick me up
Bet I be riding around in a foreign thing it's a Bentley truck
never been out in the country where the accents are strong
Where granny's home cookin'
Shit will stick to your bones.
Where we can play our music loud
uh, I can take home (take home)
Can we leave hurr (yeah) can we leave hurr (yeah)
Can we leave hurr (yeah) can we leave hurr - shorty can we
Leave
the neon lights
It's in the country, there you can see
All the girls all dance in-line
They got an old-time fiddle, and the beer is cold
And the whiskeys
verses and hooks take ‘bout 35 minutes
Multiply it by ten till you get the backends
Don’t do no feature ‘less the bag can come with it
I’m 888 nigga I’m
Baby lo so I can fly, (I can fly)
Sì sì for ice,
Boogie è camouflage, (Camuflage)
Xxx per gli affari,
Vedono se fai, (O.G.)
Bentley hai il passagio,
sometimes we get criticized
By countries North and South
Who think the right to shoot ourselves
Ain't what it's all about
But they weren't born from violence
throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Man
I did that!" ain't no Black Power when your
Baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep
Came through
On a late nite
Came through
Drive by
On late nite
Ohh Lord
Came through
On a late nite
Came through
Drive by
On late nite
neck I'm getting cold I need a sweater
Better hit me cuz I’m young and I just keep on getting better
I'm in the Bentley the windows be tinted
My crib
Wommer!
ARTHUR: Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God
with a sacred quest. If he will give us food and shelter for
the night he can
of the restaurant where the valet park your ride
But I know where to buy ice cold beer, where to tear up a Friday night
'Cause I got the keys to the country
I'mma give up on you
Yea, I'mma hit the clutch 'bout you (skrt)
I'mma throw it up by ya, yea, you better have luck by ya
Can't nobody ever beat
think you cold?
Just know you can get thawed out!
Best watch who you call out, it should have been for your momma
I'm TMT with the drama
Really, if that's
You can find 'em 'bout sundown Friday
Comin' outta them fields for the highway
First stop, Texaco, fill a cooler full of cold beer
Paycheck
and thieves
This whole countries run by fucking vultures and thieves
If you can't afford the rent, well then you don't get the keys
I'm gonna put you into debt
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