Lyrics:
walking away(Yeah)
Well what can I say
Cause I’m a stone cold country til the day I die
All these girls round here wanna take a ride
In my pick up
ya she could hold her own
Pretty as peach, tough as a boot
She's country down to the core
Little crazy, little sweet
ain't nothin' that can beat
somebody go adopt those kids
It's a lot of money that you give away
This country backwards as hell being cold
Literally backwards as hell being cold
Talk it
or die by the sword
Can't feel my pain, gotta see what I saw
Cold nights, trap house, slept on the floor
I just want a Bentley Bentayga and a Porsche
Live
Party on the tailgate, drinking ice cold beer
Plowing all day, hard work is in my soul
And we all pray at night that we will get by
Just another story
a problem y'all
It's like hip-hop, meets effin Tim McGraw
We two fools and don't take no mess
Bitch lumber logs just to work the chest
He's country
it when you're gone - so give it up
I'm gettin to it can't get enough
Secure the bag - then I spend it up
Still grindin for a Bentley Truck
But I
virgins to players
Money take lovers and turn them to haters
And money take countries and turn them to craters
Money take best friends and turn them
it won't solve nothin'
I take you shopping in all countries, buy your dog somethin'
When you go topless in drawers for me, it look like art to me
a good-timin', blue-collar, son-of-a-gun
I like monster trucks, tractor pulls, country fairs,
Huntin' and fishin' and ice cold beer.
That's the way I'm gonna
we lost today
They've paid the highest price
Anyone of us can pay
Twenty two kids get shot today
Eight of them don't go home
By murder and by accident
Chops on the track
Yeahhh
A. Leon Craft, South Pole cold (Cold)
Up my damn flow, like a lit gas stove (Stove)
Tk-tk-tk-tk-tk-tk-foohh (Foohh)
years off
Cold turkey come back and fly lears off
Cats front leave them leaning like Smirnoff
If haters wanna hate then its their loss
Come up in
word in my verse
On my knees praying, niggas shooting in the church
Wake up out my sleep in another cold sweat
I lived on Billboard, where the fuck
a prototype.
I think i was out talking to one of the austrian tv
guys. I said can you name me one european country which
hasn't sort of raped the world and he
right by my side
Hot girl summer got her feeling right
Hot girl summer got her taking flights
But no one wanna trusts her in the moon light
Heart so cold
I'm too small to go against the cold
So I grab me a freak and be like, "let's roll"
Cause after the afterparty is the muhfuckin bachelor party
that's
I'm cold blooded
Feel my hands
You wanna dance
Then let's dance
Got calluses, you got plans
You flying to the south of France
Im surviving climates
on my girl, watchin' her glow up (woo)
Rich nigga still in the neighborhood store eatin' cold cuts (yeah)
Street nigga, bitch, I'm in the Bentley doin'
dreams can take you very far
In Atlanta
I'm talkin' Kimberly Court Posse, K-C-P
West side, Fourth Ward, on up to A-D-V
I'm talkin' down by the Lawton,
see it in your eyes
In your tone, I can hear it
Sky was the limit
Spoke about the future, I wasn't in it
Said you had plans for a man and a Bentley
But
1, 2, 3, 4
I sleep better with crickets singin'
Windows open and doors ain't even locked
Southern by the grace of God
Old men sittin' in cold
cake!"
Nashville's just a cold concrete maze
Take me back to my town's smoky haze
Can't take no more smilin' assassins
Country roads take me home to warm
years off
Cold turkey come back and fly lears off
Cats front leave them leaning like Smirnoff
If haters wanna hate then its their loss
Come up in
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