| Ayy
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| Church
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| Up-motherfuckin'-church
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| Creek squad
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| You can’t ride in my Range Rover
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| You can’t smoke on my Jane clover
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| You can’t come to my crib, joker
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| Some people keep it gangster, I just keep it country, oh, Lord
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| Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
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| Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
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| Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
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| Some people keep it gangster, I just keep it country, oh, Lord (Church)
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| Still can’t ride with me, but now it’s different, I ain’t driving
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| In the back seat of my Phantom with the curtain down and vibing
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| On my country boy shit, some things don’t never change
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| That’s why I walk around the 'Ville with a pistol rocking these chains, cuz
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| Ain’t no country singers dangerous
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| Locals never change up
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| Grimy from the jump, can’t make a volunteer go bankrupt
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| Rockstar of the holler, can’t move me with dots or commas
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| Untouchable to ones who never had to bust ass for dollars
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| I don’t care what you on, I don’t care what you got
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| All I care is if you 'bout it and if you the type to be bought
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| Won’t catch me around no people dressing up for television
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| When I put on something snazzy, I’m shooting birds or these bitches
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| Church
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| You can’t ride in my Range Rover
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| You can’t smoke on my Jane clover
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| You can’t come to my crib, joker
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| Some people keep it gangster, I just keep it country, oh, Lord
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| Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
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| Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
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| Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
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| Some people keep it gangster, I just keep it country, oh, Lord
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| Gettin' money, all hundreds, all I know is gettin' money
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| Rubber band bands 'round my band, I gotta have that money
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| Big fine, top of the line, yeah, that’s how I like my women
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| Love to shake her ass in the club, Louisiana country
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| You know we gon' show out when we go out, well turn this bitch up then (Turn up)
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| You ain’t gotta pay for shit, we lit, and bring your friend
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| Big tall racks, trucks all black, money team
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| White, brown, black, I don’t see none of that, all I see is green
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| If you my dog, you could smoke weed in my house, nigga
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| Go up in the backyard and fuck with the dogs, nigga
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| Wanna shoot some dice, I’m gon' go get Tootie Raww, nigga
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| Boosie pictures on the wall, my floors like bowling balls, nigga
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| You can’t ride in my Range Rover
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| You can’t smoke on my Jane clover
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| You can’t come to my crib, joker
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| Some people keep it gangster, I just keep it country, oh, Lord
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| Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
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| Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
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| Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
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| Some people keep it gangster, I just keep it country, oh, Lord |