| Woo-wee!
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| Okay, okay
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| I make a livin' doin what the hell I wanna do
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| They still tellin' you about it, I was showin' you
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| In a black El Camino with a new señorita
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| And a chrome-plated nina, come see me (c'mon)
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| These young country boys wanna be me
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| But to be me, you gon' have to be me
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| And that’s a hundred hour work week
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| Pourin' concrete dirt cheap, no that’s not easy
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| Prayin' in the moonlight tryin to do right
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| Please God, show me what it look like
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| Does it look like money? |
| Does it look like Playboy bunnies?
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| How 'bout just money?
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| If not then it may not be funny
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| «Made in Georgia» tatted on my tummy
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| He told a joke when he said that’s what he want
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| 'Cause really no he don’t, I’m laughin' cause it’s funny
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| I pulled up with your sister Sunday
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| Pulled up with her bestie Monday
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| That’s-that's-that's that dirt road mackin'
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| Soak up these three lessons from me (Here we go!)
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| You was confused, you should be un-confused now
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| Hater get up on your horse
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| Get up on your horse and just ride out of town
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| Turn it up, it’s goin down
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| We gonna party when the sun goes down
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| If you ain’t wit it, don’t come around
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| Get on your horse and ride out of town
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| Get-get up (Ride outta town)
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| Get, get, get-get up (Ride outta town)
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| Best around and blow me ten million dollars
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| Like it was your truckload, homeboy holler
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| And just as soon as I get another ten
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| I’ma make her head spin doin it again
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| I ain’t that worried, I ain’t concerned
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| Sat a few out, now takin my turn
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| Did what I did, got what I got
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| Should I be alive? |
| Probably not
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| Probably still I honestly feel
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| Like I’m for real a pretty big deal
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| Country and trill, 30-inch wheels
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| Back in this thang, that’s what it is
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| I can get money, I can go broke
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| Either way it go I’ma be with my folks
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| Bubba ain’t dead, y’all just scared
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| That must be why he ain’t say what he said
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| What goes around comes right back around
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| Hater get up on your horse
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| Get up on your horse and just ride out of town
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| Turn it up, it’s goin down
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| We gonna party when the sun goes down
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| If you ain’t wit it, don’t come around
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| Get on your horse and ride out of town
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| Get-get up (Ride outta town)
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| Get-get up (Ride outta town)
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| Get-get up (Ride outta town)
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| Get, get, get-get up
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| Turn it up, it’s goin down
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| We gonna party when the sun goes down
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| If you ain’t wit it, don’t come around
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| Get on your horse and ride out of town
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| Turn it up, it’s goin down
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| We gonna party when the sun goes down
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| If you ain’t wit it, don’t come around
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| Get on your horse and ride out of town
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| Get-get up (Ride outta town)
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| Get-get up (Ride outta town)
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| (Ride outta town, ride outta town)
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| Get-get up (Ride outta town)
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| (Get on your horse)
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| Get-get up (Ride outta town) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ride Out of Town, artist - Bubba Sparxxx. Album song Pain Management, in the genre Кантри