Country Boy Return (Explicit) Lyrics
We just some country boys country walk country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off
We just some country boys country walk country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off
This n***a no games with my hanes tee shirt with a pic and roll chain
Doo rag heavy blue 'lac 85 south don't drive it too fast
My n***az don't roll no billies get a big box of them brown dutches
We don't want no brand new cartel
Brandon lemme get them keys to the cutlass
Represent for the m I l the a t l the macktown
Stay smokin' that smackdown keep myself a little half pound
You know me still in the cut on the back po'ch jig drillin' it up
Black folks just livin' it up court next week not givin a f**k
What's up grown standin only rap to them grown women
Stay high we'll play shy least till I can get home wit 'em
Shorty whattchu thinkin' whattchu drinkin' thinkin' it is what it ain't
I can't be trickin' so don't be trippin' thinkin' I can't when I can't come on
We just some country boys country walk country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off
We just some country boys country walk country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off
N***a hooked it up like the waitress from the ihop
Nothin but the grits steak and egg with that
Waitin for the five dollar pancake front back side to side
Them polly country boy cadillac cat sick in the multi color
All clean twenty inches at the seam plenty chickens
Get the green spit the swishers at the beam s**t done seem
Craziest muh'f**ker what y'all n***az do for cream
Never knock the hustle scheme only what the cheddar bring
Hate fake n***az h*es envy greed jealousy
Can't hate what a n***a make type of enemies
Smilin' in my face but they really ain't no friend to me
Can't wait send em eight straight nine milli mee
Aww hell naw y'all n***az ain't feelin' me
Colt 45 everytime like billy d
Leave through tennessee
Quarter pound with the chron' f**kin wit my memory
We just some country boys country walk country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off
We just some country boys country walk country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off
Peanut butter rag tops what's f**kin' wit that
String beans pork chops what's f**kin' wit that
Dime sack with the gnac what's f**kin' wit that
What's f**kin' with that what's f**kin' wit that
Every chevy on dubs what's f**kin' wit that
Jodi bodi strip clubs what's f**kin' wit that
Nappy roots hey dawg what's f**kin' wit that
What's f**kin' wit that what's f**kin' wit that
Go down to the country you won't wanna go back
Vertical grills in front of the 'lac
Guns roll so fast put one in my back
Plus a buncha country boys wit gats
You don't want none a that
Keep my nine right beside me at all times
'Coz I be in the line like some of these n***az you find
Don't want you to shine right yea
From the side and nine to nine
Roll around here somethin' tryna sell mine
Lord know but I got a dime early time
Got me feelin' to' now my eggo's cold
See I'm a country boy close the door
Clinton and gore y'all been warned
Guns and more better hit the floor
Them yeggaz want ya 'coz they comin' in with them laws
F**k yo life buck my chife and I got my ride fool I'm ready to ride
For my yeggaz I'ma bring it to you dead or alive
Yeah that's fo sho' ya betta know that
You a nasty h*e ya betta show that
Got a quiet lil' spot we can go at
And if you ain't wit that we can show you where the doe at
We just some country boys country walk country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off
We just some country boys country walk country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off
Peanut butter rag tops what's f**kin' wit that
String beans pork chops what's f**kin' wit that
Dime sack with the gnac what's f**kin' wit that
What's f**kin' with that what's f**kin' wit that
Every chevy on dubs what's f**kin' wit that
Jodi bodi strip clubs what's f**kin' wit that
Nappy roots hey dawg what's f**kin' wit that
What's f**kin' wit that what's f**kin' wit that