trash. He?s the same old shit in a slightly different bag, But if he?s country, well then country?s pretty bad. I don?t watch CMT Naw that shit
the trash. He's the same old shit in a slightly different bag, But if he's country, well then country's pretty bad. I don't watch CMT Naw that shit
come and find me, Nemo If I was at the club you know I ball, chemo Drop the mixtape that shit sounded like a album Who'da thought a country wide tour
tell you to beat it Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit That's what I did, now they all askin' for hits Nigga, it's on for the simple
that star up in the sky I'm that mountain peak up high Hey, I made it mm.. I'm the world's greatest And I'm that little bit of hope When my back's against
putting out, for God would kill my legs shut It's a mistake lighting little white candles To make Him love you Oh, He's cold by any city's standards
away I wish I had a friend whom if that happened Would storm right in and save the day I wish I had a friend like that But I know it will never be So that
Wish I had a friend whom if that happened Would storm right in and save the day I wish I had a friend like that Oh, but I know it will never be So that
side And the taste of your sweet kiss Tells me I aint ready to quit There's something about the way you say my name That drives this old country boy
Kraco speakers with that country radio We let it rip when we got the money Let it roll if we got the gas It gets wild, yeah, but that?s the way We get
country song We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet airliner And if you want a little bang in your ying yang come along, come along Listen up Now LA's
higher than a jet airliner And if you want a little bang in your yin yang come along, come along Listen up Now L.A.?s got the freaks and Pink's and
in the cars and the 20's on the trucks 6 foot four with a cowboy hat I don't mess around, yo, what's up with that? I'm Cowboy Troy, a Texas hick And
, well That's reality, that's what I see Nobody says that you have to agree Censorship that ain't the way to be I thought you said this country was free
pray That people get this shit together one day But this country ain't with it America was founded on that racist shit I judge the devil by his deeds It's
million one or two Buyin' new cars for my entire crew Matching Ferrari's, E's black, mine's blue Can't swim a lap in my pool 'cause it's just too long
this here is the victory lap Then I'm leavin', that's how you get me back After a year of them 16's, it's one point two And that's two point four, and
