paroles de chanson County Music - The Stixxx

Yeah
Twiggs county
Possum hollow road
Know what I′m talking bout
Already let's go
Now I ain′t tryna do things
The way u think I should
And I done made it out the hood
Like ya knew I would
Came up rappin
And trappin
On this mic I be snapping
I ain't nothing like u other rappers
Bitch what's happening
Joe stixxx from the stixxx
Cooler then a sum bitch
And I came str8 out the gutta
But I came up motherfucker
Imma pimp imma gangsta
All the above
And I′m world wide baby girl
Show me some love
Country boy from the stixxx
Georgia boy getting rich
Hard headed bad ass
You can′t tell me shit
I ain't listening anyway
I′m probably anyway
You can find me on any day
Smoking weed and I fade away
This shit is a day to day
Did not come to play today
I'm Rocky Mountain high
I just lay back and levitate
Got Colorado in my bottle
Roll up and medicate
Smoking gelato cake
I sit back and I bake
Aye
Them Georgia boys back-
We deep up in the back woods-
Blowin on a bag-
The whiskey and the yak poured-
Gone and take a drag-
I′m southern to the flag and that's country-
That′s country hey heeey-
Roll on a southern road-
Float,until you gone hey hey hey-
I ain tryna brag-
I'm southern to the flag and that's country... that′s country... hey hey
I woke up like hold up-
Covered in so much throw up
That whisky wasn′t no joker
That pac jeffe had was a choker
We sipped on mushroom mimosas
Had Lucy at our disposal
But hold up this shit ain over
I never wanna be sober
So I continue to roll em
Until my fingers are swollen
I'm open Cain see no focus
I hope this don′t stop I'm ghostin
Aaaye!-
And you can find me in the woods-
Georgia on my mind COLORADO in my good-
You don′t wanna problem we can solvem understood
Erbody off no doubt you'll get ya issue good—
From the sun up I′m runnin with outlaws-
If you not with the family bounce out-
It's highlife you mightll get knocked off-
King in the south call me boss hog-
This that country living
Pickin in the kitchen
Mama cookin while we sittin
That's that country folk religion
All the fixings—
Them Georgia boys back-
We deep up in the back woods-
Blowin on a bag-
The whiskey and the yak poured-
Gone and take a drag-
I′m southern to the flag and that′s country-
That's country hey heeey-
Roll on a southern road-
Float,until you gone hey hey hey-
I ain tryna brag-
I′m southern to the flag and that's country... that′s country... hey hey