| Whether the country or a big city, I like blonds with big titties
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| Y’all know me, I smoke weed, you need somethin' then get with me
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| Southern by my mama, man I’m raised this way
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| Spend my nights honky-tonkin' and my days on the lake
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| While I’m blowin' past these haters, rollin' sittin' up high
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| And I spit the kinda shit that make 'em wish that they got
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| Let me tell you what I’m finna do, man I’m feelin' really cool (I am)
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| Me and Jake Clements back road blowin' Gorilla Glue (Woo)
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| Fuck it we just gettin' loose, I’m lit like a candle (Candle)
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| Wanna sell a million records then go fuck Miranda Lambert
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| Baby tell me have you been with a dog
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| Who ever blew that kinda weight that you could stick to the wall
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| Aww naw
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| It’s a small town git down every time we rollin' in this town (Town)
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| It’s a small town git down every time we rollin' in this town (Town)
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| They don’t know about us now, but they, they gonna see us comin' 'round
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| It’s a small town git (Smackin' that off, baby) down every time we rollin'
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| (Come on let’s go) in this town
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| I was sittin' in the studio kicked on back
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| When Leland said, «Hey how 'bout gettin' Jelly on the track?»
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| I shot some trees, tell him to come through fast
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| Best believe this country heathen packin' heat up in the biggest, believe me
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| These backroads need me, these backroads never leave me
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| Take 'em everywhere I go, if you don’t well now you know
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| How I roll, me a Jelly take control
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| Oh Lord, I’m forever reppin' the state of the MO
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| Show me homie where the money’s at, I show you to the ride (There it is)
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| We can take it outside, no lie, to the sky
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| Hell or high, we can ride, I got my hat cocked to the side
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| Middle finger in the air, that’s how my country boys ride (Oh)
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| It’s a small town git down every time we rollin' in this town (Town)
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| It’s a small town git down every time we rollin' in this town (Town)
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| They don’t know about us now, but they, they gonna see us comin' 'round
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| It’s a small town git down every time we rollin' in this town
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| Lights, camera, action, boys rollin' and they packin'
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| Gotta couple honkeys behind me and they are ready for the action
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| Pull up in the Chevy, pull up with the bass heavy
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| Rock 'n' roll and ready, you already know we hit this shit steady
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| We bonafide, ready like 5 to 9 but 9 to 5
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| It’s nothin' when we get down, we find the sound and ride it out
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| City to city, town to town they know we gettin' down
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| Grab your girl, grab your cousin, pack 'em in, by the dozen
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| Dive bars and beat up cars that’s my world
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| 12 bars and boss scars on my referrals
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| They know me 'cause they stole me, they call me their little homie
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| 'Cause I come from small towns, like to git down with me show me
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| Now show me
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| It’s a small town git down every time we rollin' in this town (Town)
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| It’s a small town git down every time we rollin' in this town (Town)
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| They don’t know about us now, but they, they gonna see us comin' 'round
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| It’s a small town git down every time we rollin' in this town (Town, town, town,
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