Lyrics:
creekside in a beach chair
I need a little outside in this country boy's heart
I need dirt on my truck
I need dirt on my roads
I need dirt on my boots
Driving my 4x4 truck down those dirt roads with no plan
All the bikinis you wear truly sticks out with your tan
You look at me and you see right
Change my actions in the state
Blackballed since eight
It's different countries different State
Always fitted still obese
U Create a fate U
From the U S C, I shift ki's, a 120 plane rides
Multiplied by G's, 87.3 million in a matter of months
Big business and big dollars is all that I want
I
p we pushing pounds
Yea on the guys
I stay on the road a hundred k on the line
My lil bro honor roll he made a b before his time
My big cuz came home
He gets off work about 5
Been gearing up all day, for a hot Friday night
There's a big ol' party, down by the lake
Got a cooler, and a case, got
When you see me on the road
Shout out to mi gente
It’s the Texas Chico
Lets go! woo woo
When I pull up big city, country on down to the woods
Keep it
man 4 man,
corn in the mash man bust them waps
you don’t want buck gang on the roads
cah my bros put holes in one
like them silver backs
Yeah we
and they dogs up while they sleepin
Peepin toms peepin and poisonous gas leakin
Hurricanes blowin cities down every other weekend on the...
News at 6 o'clock
came through the port
Live by the code die by the code
so much cane done came thru this city we named 40th street Bird Road
Who made Opa-Locka? Who knows
cowgirls swaying by the stage
Twenty-four hours and I'll ride away
Make me king king for a day
You make me king yeh
Make me king king for a day
Pure country
The Goyard is on all fours
I do this shit for encores
I did this shit in Tom Ford
They said I'm wrong for it
I'm so fly I looked up and said get on boy
money buff like arnold
I just got my dick sucked by a model
Lambo got the nip tuck like a model
I been spending big bucks on bottles
And you know I drop
the time-being
And the world sings
When the Beatles Hit America
When the Beatles Hit America
It's going to be sponsored by...
When the Beatles Hit America
When
called out, sure look beauty
But on graded roads my city friend, you'd be better off in a ute.
Chorus
Country roads are no place for a sports car, to be
rooster strolls down the road
A ladybug on the bench by my home
The beach at night hearing crashing waves
My mum being happy on her birthday
My
glasses i suffer from ADHD
I should win a fucking award for being me
Beat banging the tom-toms
My producer selection is fresh nigga
Fuck Vons ace
an eight by twelve four bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
Third box car midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine
Old worn out
you swimmin' with the koi
Five to Nine like Royce
Big money by choice (Fettyyy)
Big money by choice
NANI
NANI
Yo' bitch is joinin' my posse
NANI
NANI
road runner im a get it by anyways
Better know the road get risky
Never leave without my blinky
It get busy it get iffy
If the police try to flick me
her on, she turned me out
The first law I broke, right away they got me
I helped them build the country roads for awhile
They fed me, two times
Jumped from the porch
Hung like a horse, ones with the fours
Drunk in the Porsche, trunk full of corpse
Done with the torch
Run for the four, love for
[Wyclef Jean]
Big & Rich, Wyclef Jean
There goes the neighborhood, Oh Oh!
[Chorus: Big & Rich]
Please man, don?t call the police man
Why can
[Chorus]
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
A nigga shoot at me,
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