Lyrics Old Town Road - UnoTheActivist

(Wxsterr)
Yeah, mm-mm-mm
Yessir, mm (Uno, I killed it), dig

You always seemed to have trouble being honest
If you lie to me, that be your last moment
You want me to tell the truth? You prolly won't see the mornin'
Your ho ride me like a horse, ride me like I'm stolen (Yeah)

She know I will pop like a pimple (Pimple)
I'm drippin' in somethin' expensive (Dig)
They know that I'm keepin' that tool wit' me (What?)
I'm drawing down just like a pencil
I mean, drop down, you see the utensils
I used to take a body and dismantle (What?)
That boy want no smoke, no cancer (Dig)
Red dot his nose, no Prancer
Them bullets making 'em dance, no Lance
Before the show I need me an advance
She love the necklace, it came from a clam
That nigga hatin', who is your mans?
Break down the pound and sell it in the can
Chop down your partner, take over the land
He making some sounds, don't know what he sayin'
The engine too loud in this fuckin' McLaren (Dig, yeah, yeah)
Bad-ass kid but I had a good parent (Hm, hm, parent)
Bad-ass lil' nigga but that shit is apparent (Dig)
Ooh, one thing about it
I run this shit like errands (One thing 'bout it)
And I don't know her name, give her a nickname, call her "Bae"
And I got dreads, no comb, but I just caught a wave (Wave)
And I got two bad bitches on the way
Yessir, keep that heat like I'm D. Wade (I'm D. Wade)
Yeah, Dior on my body get me laid (Mm-mm)
Yeah, murderin' these beats, it get me paid (Paid, mm-mm)
She wanna have sex on the beach, broad day
Yeah, flashy diamonds like I belong on Broadway (Way, yessir)
Promise you, I never will lead you astray (Stray)
Mm, they want me to lead the way (Way, mm-mm)
I got horses in the back of Bugattis
I got horses in the back of Ducatis
And the Porsches got a lot of horsepower
Yeah, first you get that money, then you get that power (Oou)
Yeah, I am well-connected, you still trying to dial up (Yeah)
First of all, who the fuck you trying to dial up? (Yeah)
Second of all, you all will get smoked like Chris Tucker
Leave yo' ass like studs, leave yo' ass nip tucked (Yeah)
Leave yo' ass like bugs, leave yo' ass caught up (Yeah)
Leave you in the trunk of that Ford F1 (Skrrt)
Hope I make yo' mama proud, this gift I left for her

You always seemed to have trouble being honest
If you lie to me, that be your last moment
You want me to tell the truth? You prolly won't see the mornin'
Your ho ride me like a horse, ride me like I'm stolen