Lyrics:
a wrong turn
I didn't see I won't tell
It was way too dark for my Chanels
I got water by the well
Thirsty hoes can tell
I gotta make bank for I quit
Only
and freedom by security officers
Yes, it can be said that consciousness is dangerous here
From the seller on the street to the people who build the road
derailing
Them Muslims in the middle of the street my favorite salesmen
By any means the message, so it's nothing you can tell him
Bottle fed on depressants,
I ain't answer no calls so she miss me, rocking Vlone but I am not friendly
New Bentayga I want me a Bentley, fully auto it move like a semi
Hawk you
the position, you know the procedure
Can't even leisure smoke hollow reefer
With out police and search and seizure by the same police who murdered Ceaser
It's
Wise words being spoke
Huh
why y'all know what it is
Nap-Nappy Roots. Can I start this one off? Ok
Each day I listen what the streets say
Like
Don't you touch hard liquor, just a cup of cold coffee
Gotta get up in the morning and go
Everybody's breaking and drinking that wine
I can tell
know
Don't you touch hard liquor, just a cup of cold coffee
I'm gonna get up in the morning and go
Everybody prayin' and drinkin' that wine
I can
real quick (hold up, hold up, hold up)
Never ask a bitch why she text me (no!)
I just want the top you ain't gotta sex me
You not a cop, you can
he don't sell his soul"
"He should be good, man, he signed to Cole"
"He from the hood, nigga, down the road"
"He was just jugging right by
blasting with my choppa
Aye the pain in my heart country boy can't sleep
I've been fallin all apart the way that bitch did me
I'm in the H and I just double
go I can take you there
Come along with me we'll see the country road
Hop in let's take a ride
So we drove down the line and the truck broke down
It
knows that a nigga in charge
Playboi Carti, can't hop in my car
I'm in a Bentley coupe riding with stars
Just got a fake so I'm raising the bar
That you
chicken, "Agar'," uh
Country trap beats is what I bought, um
Cruise in a Bentley with me and my niggas
My girl is a gold figure, she not no gold digger
Baby
All the songs country bluesmen sing
'bout ever-lovin' love and
a one-night fling.
'bout how a woman can take more'n a man can ever bring
Oh yes!
a man
greatest pb and j
If you can make it zeroes and ones
And i can print it out
I don't fucking care, i'll download a cow
I'd download the graduate
By mc lars
makin' history
(Oh yeah) flyest nigga
I can tell by the way you look at me
(Look at me) diamonds so cold
(Cold) , like three degrees (Uh, uh)
Humanity? Corporate control and greed?
This country's flag flies as a corporate symbol
This country's flag strikes hearts with fear, cold fear!
This
can't condone
Plus it won't be long 'til they send me the dome
Sit gently, while I'm on the Bentley phone
Why you don't like me?
'Cause I'm mad fly
can't condone
Plus it won't be long 'til they send me the dome
Sit gently, while I'm on the Bentley phone
Why you don't like me?
'Cause I'm mad fly
tonk
We can bust a move to a funky groove
Or a hardcore country song
Come on let's throw down
Gonna have a hoedown
Party all night long
Its hip hop
OWWWW!
Don't even matter to me baby
Well alrighty then
I guess I just don't understand it, just ain't how it was made
You can't present it
can put it all on them diamonds but you still ain't lit as us
That's how I live it up
Pushing round my old hood in that brand new Bentley truck
I was
should have never left Texas
No, I should have never left Texas
I can't find a rodeo or cold Lone Star
And there's no country music in these big ol' city
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