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Country Folks

Bubba Sparxxx

Pain Management

2013

And that's just how the thing go when you get 'er done (how?)
We did it son (yeah we did it son)
We was drinkin' Jim Beam by the handle (handle)
Me and Steven

them
Okay I fight fire with more fire
Dead by 27 not desired (yeah)
Macs supplier go to hell i they fuck You dead in jail
Fuck boy
You piece a shit you

yeah
I can do bad all by myself
Yeah, I got it on my own, I don't need no fuckin' help

That's how I feel, make me a mill
If not, I'll raise me some hell

(Yeah yeah yeah)

(Yeah this thing working)

Yeah

Money isn't everything, but it's right up there with oxygen

Need it for survival get the bag cuz

yeah
Give a fuck about your TV son I'm not the one for TV
They really wanna be me if you care know where you'll see me
Left E.X.T in the dust he'll never

truck
300 something thousand miles and it still ran ford tough
Drove it through a picket fence
It still ran like hell with those scratches and dents
I

pillow recognize her perfume
Tell her man, "Relax," she'll make it home by curfew (haha)
Tom Ford cologne (oh), I look like I'm on (ay)
Playboy Mansion,

up to SESH and I bring you to hell (bring you to hell)
I was raised by JNL (JNL)
Cutting them off like a hangnail (hangnail)
Razor on my hip (hip)

to the part where his records
Could 'fford him a couple Fords like "Lord, ain't he gifted?"
Christmas just doesn't fit him, I need my own holiday
And by

with her in 'em
If she does things that I didn't
Oh, wonderin' what the hell I'm wonderin' for
It ain't my place, 'cause it ain't my place, yeah, it

my hand, know the grip is a hell hold
That's ya man, might as well be a menthol
Dirty Dan, I'ma hit em' then dip off
30 blam, yeah this dick full

find me an artist
He's trying to stunt, oh, you got a Beamer, where the hell you finding parking? (Skrt, skrt)
Dealing dope shit like Novartis
This

gone, three, four for a piece
My brother hit a lick for five, six keys
Now he got the same AP as me (yeah)

My brother got the same AP as me
I'm

himself
Left you fucked up, your were bloody as hell
I'm immortal, nobody is stoppin' me
Look up to them, bend the knee
Yeah, this is my time, I've been let

layin there like a area RUG
Plus you, yeah, smellin my game
Ev-ery girl +Wanna Be Bad+, ask Willa Ford, tell her my name
It's, 5-9! Hah, now I see why

forty-two in my cup, this shit expensive
But I don't really give a fuck, tripping off deep-end shit
Confidence on point, I'm drippin' in that Ford
Yeah run it

catches us, he'll try to kill us
He got a whole army of Kiiers
Me no worry, I got the clapper son
End of the first verse, chapter one
Word
Shit is real in

backs
Drawing on dudes heads
Bitch I trace that
Everybody love my vibe
I'm so laid back
Bitch, it's shaped like a Ford
Hell, even a 1960s Maybach
Scratch

One, two
One, two, three, yeah

Yeah, inslumnational, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (woo)
Like a million elephants

Yeah
Hah, on this shit again
Yu, Yeah
Young Nova, The Mixtape
Check it

Yeah I know y'all been waiting on it
But I only drop hits, I only drop fire

say that I'm bugging
Keeping me calm by calling me muffin yeah

Bitch you fucking knew It's the lying that was hurting me
You been going out on dates

to raise up hell
Racists be bishops, by the way they stick to color
How about we all just come together like we brothers
And our egos be kings, by the way we

him again
That ain't true
Yeah it is
The real world is really unreal and 
No none of that's true
While the wildest 
You're just making this up to scare

(yeah yeah)
I think of times sitting in the dark (yeah yeah)
Thinking where things do fall apart
Think everything falling in place but falling to pieces