Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Mow, I Till , by - Redneck Souljers. Song from the album Tiller Gang, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.11.2013
Record label: Play Make Believe
Song language: English
I Mow, I Till |
| I fish, I dip, I flip the script |
| Mow grass, whoop ass, that’s country shit |
| Got a microphone in my left hand |
| Jack in my right and I’m raisin' it |
| I cuss, I fight I drink a bit |
| Boots on, hat down, I’ll sip a fifth |
| If that’s the shit you don’t like |
| Well tough tits that’s how I live! |
| I Mow, I till, got Bud Light on chill |
| I fish, I grill, boe that’s just how I live because |
| I roll, I ride, got mud on all four tires |
| Said I roll, I ride, it’s goin' down tonight, 'cause |
| I Mow, I till, got Bud Light on chill |
| I fish, I grill, boe that’s just how I live because |
| I roll, I ride, got mud on all four tires |
| Said I roll, I ride, it’s goin' down tonight |
| I Mow, I till, this homegrown is killin me, I fish, I grill |
| This country girl is feelin' me, and speakin' of killin' things |
| I’m about to go second degree and kill the track and eat it up |
| I’m A blue tick with a pedigree |
| I’m ridin' through a dirty trail, in daddy’s old green pickup, its a 96 |
| Still splittin' sticks, I run the farm in this truck. |
| (yeah) |
| And in the woods C-Hubb will get that buck, I ain’t stuck in a rut |
| I’m about to make it jump, you can call this thing mud 'cause I’m bouta kick it |
| up! |
| Hubb is bringin' chicken and the liquor and the women and it’s lookin like |
| we’re winnin' so I’m rollin' through the finish line |
| Got my fishin line by my two mile road hidden in them pines |
| Till we finally find the bonfire and them country folk |
| There’s plenty beer and a water hole, so we drinkin' swingin' off the rope |
| We grillin' up some chicken wings |
| There’s daisy dukes on them pretty things |
| Ain’t everybody met yet but we all reppin' Tiller Gang (Yeah) |
| Picture that, we in the woods, way off the map |
| And if we finish off the beer, good thing I brought this fifth of Jack |
| I roll, I ride, just got a brand new tiller bow |
| I can, survive, a country boy with the 4-wheel drive |
| And the lake, is live, got the catfish jumpin' out that bitch |
| Now cast, a line, gotta tell ya how I live just one more time |
| At the Franklin County small engine, I holler at ole' Joe Owens |
| Yeah he knows them damn motors, 'bouta get my mower goin' |
| Like the Tennessee river we flow, plant seed now watch it grow |
| Turn on the grill and watch it smoke, drink cold beer while chillin' on the boat |
| (Here we go) One more time, let me see y’all crank them tines |
| Crack that jack, kick them raps, yeah unwind like a ball of twine! |
| Now who am I? |
| Fatt Tarr, got the shine in the jar, shoulda been president |
| Now go get me my damn guitar |
| Hell, don’t make me tell you twice |
| Cause this buzz got me feelin nice |
| Got the coolers, got the grill |
| And Bigg Johns bouta get the ice |
| Yeah, it’s goin down tonight |
| Big ole' fire let’s get it right, then we’re huntin' in the morning |
| Yeah we love this southern life, 'cause |
| I Mow, I till, got Bud Light on chill |
| I fish, I grill, boe that’s just how I live because |
| I roll, I ride, got mud on all four tires |
| Said I roll, I ride, it’s goin' down tonight, 'cause |
| I Mow, I till, got Bud Light on chill |
| I fish, I grill, boe that’s just how I live because |
| I roll, I ride, got mud on all four tires |
| Said I roll, I ride, it’s goin' down tonight, 'cause |
| I Mow, I till, got Bud Light on chill |
| I fish, I grill, boe that’s just how I live because |
| I roll, I ride, got mud on all four tires |
| Said I roll, I ride, it’s goin' down tonight, 'cause |