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Said Colt 45 and two Zig-Zags, baby, that's all we need
We can go to the park, after dark
Smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn, we can take our
as PePe Le Peew
This s*** is funny
(Yeah)
Dirty laundry how this world spinning
Politicians is grinning
Then they hang us to dry
Who the f*** is winning
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Said Colt 45 and two Zig-Zags, baby, that's all we need
We can go to the park, after dark
Smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn, we can take our
Still, still in the streets and you know that they kill
For real, for real that pain is something we all feel
On my shit I feel like I'm Tom Ford
Its
and Daniel Craig
Connery and Roger Moore
And those two other guys
You've never heard of before
Bond, James Bond
Found him in our backyard
Was left by his
it
Some of them hate we surviving
Like they don't think that we earned it
We dealt with kidnap and bondage
We dealt with torture and cotton
We dealt
"How y'all doing?
Yeah, my names Colt Ford
I got my boy Brantley Gilbert in here with me
We just some country boys from Georgia
We gon' do
to the floor
Hit him with the left, he went right like a detour
Collect the bounty on his head, Marine Ford
Once we get to countin down, we blow in like C4
Lukas Nelson
What's goin' on, B?
Colt Ford, we gon' do this thing, brother?
Take it
Yeah
Reverend said, "I'm gon' split Hell wide open"
Never
One of one shit
Ima always keep the flames coming
Think I'm Harrison Ford, I'm a blade runner
Hunt the fakes, never take a break, homie, oh, no, no
know who you gotta call
Forgiato Blow and Colt Ford it’s a hot one
Name one more banging, hmm, there’s not one
I was raised in the country I
Bleed red
here by myself since birth
Popping a bean like senzu bean
She wanna be my lover like Billie jean
This is some you ain’t never seen
They want my
out
Making love like it's raining out
Before I fuck, I need to know if you can keep a secret
Yea, under the covers how we need to keep it
I got
sings "Swing Low"
At the church in the choir, Sunday dinners on the fire
Colt Ford Danny Boone gettin' mud up on the tires
We represent our folk but
Sponsor billboards round the outfield
The announcer climbs up top to call the play by play
Blue yells, "Play ball!" It's the crack of the bat
The season is
Colt you get on tracks and show your heart cold
I don't see no ending to it like a black hole
I pull up tardy to the party then I black folks
Spilling
ten times them
Through the good and bad
She gone stick by him
Wit' a rusted out Ford
Or a brand new Benz
Cause the only one that matters
Is that one in
I sit and chew fresh forbidden fruit with Raz Alghul as we interview
And We listen to each hidden jewel of our inner truths and our sins of youth
sings "Swing Low"
At the church in the choir, Sunday dinners on the fire
Colt Ford Danny Boone gettin' mud up on the tires
We represent our folk but
night I get to play music
For the greatest fans in the whole wide world
And I'm a keep on doin' what Colt Ford does
Cause that's all I know how to do
full of fire fire
Dancing on the beach, catching waves and dreams
Chasing after freedom, we were on fire ooh-yeah
Oh, those nights were endless, like
nigga
Just like OVO
We got Dracos
Put the Beame on the 30
We playin laser tag
12 on a nigga dick
They trying catch me with a stick
One shot to your head
To the estacado
Where's she from, yeah
She's from Texas
Ain't from Oklahoma
Ain't from Arizona
Ain't from no Florida
Ain't from no Georgia
Bumpin' Colt Ford
nigga gotta do it to em
I got the bottles but she like I don't drink
I got the weed tho aye that's cool me
We on the balcony smoking under the moon
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