Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rodeo, artist - Jelly Roll. Album song Waylon & Willie 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Jelly Roll, Struggle
Song language: English
Rodeo |
Jelly Roll, Tony, Struggle and all |
The plugs plug, ha ha ha ha |
I’m the wild card they waitin' on the one your man been hatin' on |
You know I’m a gangster though and that’s why you came along |
Come on let’s have a drink of holler in the swoller |
It’s that Tennessee shit, save your problems for tomorrow |
I love smokey bars with the neon light |
Just show me a honky tonk and I’ma be alright |
You ain’t never had a man do a thing like that |
Rollin' stoned, baby, home is where I hang my hat |
I’m a southern gentleman, so I pull out your chair |
After that, I take you home and I pull on your hair |
As soon as the mornin' come, well baby I gotta run |
Good girls love bad guys, well baby you got you one |
We don’t two step, no |
We don’t turn around and do-si-do |
But girl if you came here for the rodeo |
Then grab your saddle baby here we go |
We don’t two step, no |
We don’t turn around and do-si-do |
But girl if you came here for the rodeo |
Then grab your saddle baby here we go |
Yeah I’m an outlaw but a southern gentleman |
And that feelin' that you feelin' is adrenaline |
And the guy that you with, he lookin' feminine |
Baby need some man in her life, we can get it in |
Ain’t my first rodeo, we can go where them other guys can’t |
Make them sinner out of saints |
Turn a good girl bad but she looks so good at it |
I’ma be the addict, you can be my habit |
Got a havoc, grab your jacket and just climb up |
Stars lined up, let’s fall in love, eyes shut |
Time’s up, life’s too short for what ifs |
And would’ves and could’ves and should’ves, let’s go |
We don’t two step, no |
We don’t turn around and do-si-do |
But girl if you came here for the rodeo |
Then grab your saddle baby here we go |
We don’t two step, no |
We don’t turn around and do-si-do |
But girl if you came here for the rodeo |
Then grab your saddle baby here we go |
Now she say all the right shit, never bring up the past |
She know none of them other chicks can mow her grass |
Much less, put a stake in that motherfucker |
Obvious as hell that they faker than motherfucker |
She do the rodeo with her hands tied and her eyes closed |
She slick thicker than Jay Lo |
She kinda talks like Reba though (Reba though) |
Whoa, got her hidden high notes, blowing exotic dro |
She look like she sprinkled in pure blow |
Before this music shit I was out here gettin' these pounds off |
Now we sittin' round eatin' shrimp with the brown sauce |
To asked how we did it, tell 'em we outworked 'em |
Even when we got a little somethin' we kept workin' |
While you’re at it tell the promoter, we gon' need |
Couple oz’s of the best trees in your whole scene |
What up? |
let’s get high |
Run around town in she chop lines |
I don’t mind, I got mine |
Hottest in the city, baby I’m on fire |