Lyrics:
driving a tractor
Find a sweet little thing, wears your ball cap backwards
Kinda place you can't wait to leave but nobody does
'Cause you miss it too
take a look at the crib
Dumb ass pussy bet you don't even fit
Ima walk in the room with my hand on my dick (Yeah)
Old tractor I'll show you where it is
of nowhere place where we take it slow
Aw, but they don't know
All they see is tractors, barbwire and tall green grass
They don't see the years spent
like Ness
The BX where they started rap
But 2 Raw For The Streets
Is what started Smack and who started that?
Philly nigga
Ask Gilly nigga it's all
doing fine
But that's a thin line
That's the wrong line
Where's the right line?
Mother called to tell me
That the cat was run over
By a tractor
When she
frustrated
It always ends in a fight
Why bring out a candle when you won’t even see the light?
And every time you make me cry
And every time you make me cry
Your love, oh yeah
Where's it gone
Where's it gone, babe
Now I know that we've been trippin' for some time
It's been hard, but I know
She likes and ice cold bud pressed against her hand,
Standin' on the porch lookin' across my land,
Seeing a bass hit that top water,
Knew it was
and degrading job
And built myself up so I could get it to where I owned it
I went from having somebody managing me
To me hiring the person that works my
hip to sing about tractors, trucks,
Little towns, or mama, yeah that might be true.
But this is country music and we do
Do you like to drink a cold
I got power
Blast that shit make it louder
I'm in that wraith make it louder
Now I'm the king I got power
My ice dripping like a shower
Stackin money
It couldn't hurt to come and vacuum
Before I sell off the house
Before I stop talking 'bout this and the story fades into black
Where's the remote
You see that
What the heck is that thing
Well it looks like a boat no
I think it's a truck
No that's not it
Could it be a boat truck
I'm headed
Get your name up the ladder, get that extra buck
Yeah, their American dream
It's all about the green
Oh, but where I come from
It's a little
you more. I need more hugs that make me smile more and more. I wanna hear the words that you would always say. As long as it makes you happy, never give
Talladega's made for racing
Tearing that Alabama pavement up
Whiskey's made for getting there quick
When the cold beer ain't enough
We wish
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
catch the boy it's on
Since i got out that hospital, Been making it well known that I'm prone to go
Hit Em Where It Hurt
Hit Em Where It Hurt
Hit Em
There's a for-sale sign on a big ol rusty tractor
You can't miss it it's the first thing that you see
Just up the road a pale blue water tower
(Truth, truth hurts) (ye-, yeah)
(That's all)
Yeah, um
See, it-it's situations like this
That causes us playas to get caught up in, um
(Truth
was a drinker, back in the day, he put him down
But a war is known to change a man and the whiskey's known to change a man, but
That's not me
I
was a drinker, back in the day, he put him down
But a war is known to change a man and the whiskey's known to change a man, but
That's not me
I
a little crazy
You can ride it like a Ford F-150
Then make me some breakfast, that would sure be nifty
Ride it like a horse
Ride it like tractor
Go'on
man down to the ground
The tractor pitched him into a ditch and
Left a dusty sound
Of the wheel that kept spinnin' round
The wheel that kept
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