Lyrics:
it's only brick and stone
I love small towns and I love big crowds, I guess that's just how I roll
'Cause I'm surrounded by the people that I love
war cyaa green or cool like tea
Dem a badman a yard and big fraud a broad
Bad inna dem house but a big punk a road
Dem a chink inna board, soap opera
of them ol knotty pines
Kickin up mud out here in my four wheel drive
A buckwild boy just a one of a kind
Never scared to fight just sippin on some shine by
Listenin' to the sound of an old Willie song,
Truck parked down by the creek side,
You can find it on a country road,
Take me on journey to a place that
number three
Y:Tom Jefferson stayed up to write
The Declaration late at night
So he and his wife had a great big fight
And she made him sleep
Country town, I heard zips of Vezzo went for four-fifty
Brodie say when I heal up, then I can hit the road with him
Even when I got shot, doctors
a Cadillac
County wanna pave my old dirt road
Went to the courthouse, said "hell no"
It's a country thang, it's a fish on a string
Mary Jane chompin'
graduates are searching for job
They studied so hard and get no reward
Poverty is drawing their name in the mud
Day by day dey kneel down and pray to God
4
We send them big trucks way up in the air
And snatch up big booty Bettys by the pair
My boys and dem boys really don't compare
Country boy, city
It's not too much to look at
But i pick it every day
It's been across the country
Four or five times i guess
Between me and old man tom
It never got
it real slow down a dirt road
Watching that corn grow up in rows
Country born, country bred
Country livin' y'all 'til I'm dead
Always keep
the back road, yeah, I lift my truck up
Got the beer in that cooler, feel it rite up
Got the ice and now we feelin' right, bruh
Four by four, finna get stuck
them redneck country boys
Redneck redneck country boys
Got mud on the truck
Dip in the can
Sudzin' up that 4X all by hand
Says Momma's fried chicken is
adrenaline
I know you want more
Mirrors shakin' in the doors
Crankin' up the Justin Moore
Beer by the case
Comin' out of Lewis Country Store
Rebel flag hat,
B.I.G. they ain't seeing E.Y.E.
I'ma step how I step til I D.I.E. I'ma rep what I rep just keeping it brief
I run the team like Tom Brady
Hustle hard
heard of Big Tree(Big Tree
#4Real)
In the past when you seen me I had dreads and i was wit my cousin E (E-Walker)
You know the Gardner Road G's
We
[verse 1]
Its been a long and whining road
Even though time keeps a changin
Ima bring it all back home
I been told I spit lyrics wit politics
Why
in a bar room, Lord
Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours
Dreamin' 'bout the day that I'm sittin' by the fire
Huddled with my honey in her Country
lightening bugs on my windshield
That back road, no cops found and I'm sipping on that hot brown
I wreck shit, my motto, got rednecks by the truckload
That
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
Hunny you ain't got far
And when the dirt road ends
At the river bend
She jumped right in
She said stuck
Wanna get four by four in over my head getting
with the hot sauce)
Big Hoss (Yes sir)
Big Hoss (Big ol Hoss)
Big Hoss (Big bad Hoss)
Big Hoss
Big Hoss baby, yeah that's my name
I'm a country boy, but
I like driving down those
Old dirt country roads
I love to listen to the sound of
The crickets on my back porch
I like catching fish on a cane
Pole
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