Lyrics Old Town Road - UnoTheActivist

Old Town Road

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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