Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Old Town Road, artist - UnoTheActivist. Date of issue: 10.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Old Town Road |
| Wxsterr |
| Yeah, mmm-mmm-mmm |
| Yes sir, mmm |
| (Uno, I killed it) |
| You always seemed to have trouble being honest |
| If you lie to me, that be your last moment |
| You want me to tell the truth? |
| You prolly won’t see the mornin' |
| Your hoe ride me like a horse, ride me like I’m stolen |
| She know I will pop like a pimple |
| I’m drippin' in somethin' expensive |
| They know that I’m keepin' that tool wit me |
| I’m drawing down just like a pencil |
| I mean, drop down, you see the utensils |
| I used to take a body and dismantle |
| That boy want no smoke, no cancer |
| Red dot his nose, no Prancer |
| Them bullets making 'em dance, no Lance |
| Before the show I need me an advance |
| She love the necklace, it came from a clam |
| That nigga hatin', who is your mans? |
| Break down the pound and sell it in the can |
| Chop down your partner, take over the land |
| He making some sounds, don’t know what he sayin' |
| The engine too loud in this fuckin' McLaren |
| Hey, yeah, badass kid but I had a good parent |
| Hmm, hmm, badass lil' nigga but that shit is apparent |
| Ooh, one thing about it, I run this shit like errands |
| And I don’t know her name, give her a nickname, call her «Bae» |
| And I got dreads, no comb, but I just caught a wave |
| And I got two bad bitches on the way |
| Yessir, keep that heat like I’m D. Wade |
| Yeah, Dior on my body get me laid |
| Yeah, murderin' these beats, it get me paid |
| She wanna have sex on the beach, broad day |
| Yeah, flashy diamonds like I belong on Broadway |
| Promise you, I never will lead you astray |
| Mmm, they want me to lead the way |
| I got horses in the back of Bugattis |
| I got horses in the back of Ducatis |
| And the Porsches got a lot of horsepower |
| Yeah, first you get that money, then you get that power |
| I am well connected, you still trying to dial up |
| First of all, who the fuck you trying to dial up? |
| Second of all, you all will get smoked like Chris Tucker |
| Leave yo' ass like studs, leave yo' ass nip tucked |
| Leave yo' ass like bugs, leave yo' ass caught up |
| Leave you in the trunk of that Ford F1 |
| Hope I make yo' momma proud, this gift I left for her |
| You always seemed to have trouble being honest |
| If you lie to me, that be your last moment |
| You want me to tell the truth? |
| You prolly won’t see the mornin' |
| Your hoe ride me like a horse, ride me like I’m stolen |