Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Country Rap Tunes, artist - Big K.R.I.T.. Date of issue: 12.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Country Rap Tunes |
| This for all my country folk |
| Slamming them Caddy doors |
| Sitting out on the porch |
| Fresh from head to toe |
| This for all my Southern kin |
| Be proud of who you is |
| No matter where and when |
| Let 'em know the game you’re in |
| This for all my country folk |
| Back on my grind again, wasting no time again |
| Putting it on the line, been losing, I’m tryna win |
| Whenever, right now is the better |
| Hoping all those stars and planets align together |
| Tryna weather the storm, go beyond and gone |
| Find all of life’s treasures and bring 'em to my home |
| Like, like we made it Sippi-land, country and all of that |
| Tell all them haters congratulate us or fall back |
| Cause I’m in my old school, traveling to the A |
| Don’t worry, little baby brother, I’ll be back like any day |
| Spread the word, I flip verbs like birds |
| Get flipped by dope boys that park rims on the curb |
| Got my CD in they deck, bop they heads, break they neck |
| Whispering that I got next to execs |
| That never heard of Mississippi lyricists |
| Not even visionaries envision this |
| This for all my country folk |
| Slamming them Caddy doors |
| Sitting out on the porch |
| Fresh from head to toe |
| This for all my Southern kin |
| Be proud of who you is |
| No matter where and when |
| Let 'em know the game you’re in |
| This for all my country folk |
| Leave it behind, the, the, the crime |
| Fighting for every yard across the poverty line |
| Any given Sunday could be my last |
| Pay my tithes with the gas money or let the plate pass |
| Cause God can understand the lows |
| The feeling of being stranded on the side of the road |
| Watching all the fancy cars come and go |
| Like it couldn’t get no worse, but it storms some more |
| Cause whenever it rains, little buddy, it pours |
| When you need the sunshine like the most |
| But even a magnolia fights to grow |
| Under certain circumstances similar to yours |
| I just wanna be heavenly, I suppose |
| Cause success never, ever save your soul |
| I came from the bottom of the map to show |
| The world that it’s more to us country folk |
| This for all my country folk |
| Slamming them Caddy doors |
| Sitting out on the porch |
| Fresh from head to toe |
| This for all my Southern kin |
| Be proud of who you is |
| No matter where and when |
| Let 'em know the game you’re in |
| This for all my country folk |