Lyrics:
He's a hard workin' easy goin' country boy
He wouldn't harm a fly
Nadine down at the hair salon
Promised she would be his bride
He took it real
yo snap that neck, not playing with a full deck
Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my Johnson
Where the tools kept, who I be? The code name
touchin' more diesel than Shaq old lady boy
You did it I done it I get I punish
The shit that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss
this they don't hit, they miss
It's a strong record, a record for the strong
For those who appreciate real rap songs
Listen how I won't allow
do something
And let's fix the biggest goddamn crisis
In the history of this country"
Guess it's gotta come down to this
In order to see things for
Swipe from John Smith
For forty eight hours straight
Colors in the wind
When I let the weed
Blow away
Doing mathematics
On the polls but
It don't
headlights west and drove into the night
Tuned into the radio and sung every song I could
It was me and Hank and Willie and Kris even the Oak Ridge Boys
Just
think im country, well i am bitch
and i gout bullets i can share, and i aint selfish
baby boy i got just what you need, them slugs thatll fly through
fall
[Chorus]
I was a long haired country boy
Turned her on to that outlaw noise
Her lettin' go, was mostly all my fault
On the backseat of my
Danny.. Danny.. Danny.. Danny.. Danny.. Danny.. Danny Boy! - x4
There's a story back in Ireland, the country that I'm from
About a certain Danny
at you, Black Sabbath
The lo-fi production really makes the song's message
Of boy wants to fuck girl sound so much more mature
So sophisticated
I feel Trap
But I don't care about your education, ain't impressed with your degrees
And if things start going wrong just like that old country song
I think you
God’s Love Song
Written by: Irene Rose Smith
D.O.C. January 19, 2016
Verse One
G G/B C D
Hey you have you heard God so loved
wheels don't grip
Catch me in a field by myself
With a Smith & Wesson
And I'm humble but will still make you
Look like a jug of busted wine
I made myself
the greatest gift
Always had the touch no Midas
I'm the freshest prince since Will Smith
This the type of song that you turn up and vibe with
Yea. Hope you gon
She's pick me up at six, make you wait 'til eight
Country girl sticker on her Chevrolet
She'd close on an old pine down by the riverbank
A buzz from
outta college
Right as soon I started
Every day was at Harlan
Everyday we free falling
We was eating McDonalds
Fill our bodies with toxins
White boy with
He's a hard workin' easy goin' country boy
He wouldn't harm a fly
Nadine down at the hair salon
Promised she would be his bride
He took it real
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
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
obsessive about your notes Because your writing is pretty awesome and I respect that in so many ways and I'm so awed by it and people don't understand that
countries last year
I could not perform in the
One that mattered most to
Me and when my song "Wavin'
Flag" became the theme
Song for the World Cup that year
regardless, man, I'm on my way up
Keep my name out your mouth Watch this Glock air out
Like B&B, you can spin the block that's by my house
I'm DND, block
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