Lyrics:
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Destinations ahead
The places I will go
Turn the page to chapter 27
Of the show
Let's Go
Tonight
Need to make it out by 7
Glad I see the homies
Getting closer
We
hope
Make dem throw the country away now
So we can hit reset on the way down
And we can lift the hex that they placed
Round our necks and the stress we
hit the runway on a PJ
Call the country migo gang, OG, head huncho
You can catch me in the street
With Longway and young Guapo
What nigga you know
through
Neck was cold as fuck, my wrists got the flu
Cop a brand new Bentley, dripping candy blue
Show you pussies how a rich nigga do
Don't sleep on these
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
your winter coat
Wrap me up so tight
I never will feel the cold
I'll be safe tonight
Can we go down to the railroad track and watch the train go by
at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9
I hear 'em crying, "You gon' sell out?" Ya damn right!
I
My neighbor Carl, he lives next door
Pink flamingos on his porch
At night he teaches driving school
And he sits out by his plastic pool
He takes off
money
I could never let you take anything from my plate I'm always hungry
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Well fuck it I can't go back to my old ways
Cold hearted
worldwide
The government still can't contain us
And our fate was sealed forever
When seventeen year old LA Brim Frederick "Lil Country" Garrett
Was
Remember them days I keep it so low now they blowing my phone (Did it my own)
They told me to stay but I gotta change so we can go sleep every
And forth between hip-hop and pop the
Way Taylor Swift can no longer go back
And forth between country and pop
A few days earlier
She'd been in Los Angeles
supposed to get over you
I'm was supposed to rolling with you in Bentley or Rover coup
Where would I be if I only did what I'm supposed to do
We were
Pulling up in Bently trucks yeah outside
Pulling up, Bentley truck, outside outside
Pulling up, Bentley truck, outside outside
Roast you up like some ham
about me
See we could kick it in the states
Or switch countries to play it safe (You know, you know)
'Cause he ain't gotta know about me
See I can
about me
See we could kick it in the states
Or switch countries to play it safe (You know, you know)
'Cause he ain't gotta know about me
See I can
the country
But I Brought her with me an I bought her fendi
We came from nothin I just wanna see her park the Bentley
Yeah
I just wanna us livin better
Big
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
goin' up, it can't fit in my pocket
Droppin' back to back, number ones
No you can't top it
Diamonds they lightning ain't shockin
People be hatin but
started takin it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a baller by my iced out wrists
I told her "Wait, it don't stop, keep
need a cold drink
Getting up early at the crack of dawn
And thank the good Lord for keeping lights on
And that four by four shotgun by the screen
fucking merked by some lame
Heard he got it in the Range nigga Caine popped one in his brain
Over some-thang, took his watch and his chain
Country boys
abundance
Rollin' with something that's sweeter than honey
You can try to take her from me, I already know she love me
Cause I'm a straight country boy from
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