Country Sh*t (Remix) feat. Ludacris,Bun B

歌詞

Let me tell you 'bout this Super fly, dirty, dirty Third coast muddy water Shawty, pop that pussy if ya wanna Let me tell you 'bout this Old school, pourin' lean Candy yams and collard greens Pocket fulla stone, ridin' clean Let me tell you 'bout this country shit Country, country shit (Country, country shit) Let me tell you 'bout this country shit Country, country shit (Country, country shit) Let me tell you 'bout this country shit Country country shit (Country, country shit) Let me tell you 'bout this country shit Country country shit, yeah, country shit I told 'em, aw man, hold up What you know about it? Candy cars, superstars Rubber bands in my pocket A couple broads for the poppin' If she ridin' then she boppin' Bitch, I'm sellin' if you shoppin' If you need it then I got it If I want it then I cop it If you don't like, nigga, top it Why you worried 'bout mine, hoe? What's off in your wallet? I was ridin' my screw shit Rims chop choppin' Top dropping throwin' bread crumbs Crows start flockin' Knockin' pictures off the wall We sit tall, we still crawl We still shoot, we still score We still win so we still ball We still hood so fuck the law I got nuts and I got loot If you can't see the king In a nigga like me undoubtedly Well, fuck him too Let me tell you 'bout this Super fly, dirty, dirty Third coast muddy water Shawty, pop that pussy if ya wanna Let me tell you 'bout this Old school, pourin' lean Candy yams and collard greens Pocket fulla stone, ridin' clean Let me tell you 'bout this country shit Country, country shit (Country, country shit) Let me tell you 'bout this country shit Country, country shit (Country, country shit) Let me tell you 'bout this country shit Country country shit (Country, country shit) Let me tell you 'bout this country shit Country country shit, country country shit Okay, the caddy still swangin' And the trunk still bangin' Nigga trickin' ain't pimpin', shawty What is y'all thinkin'? What, what, what is y'all sayin'? What, what, what is y'all sangin'? Hit the club by the bar Like what is y'all drankin'? Old school, foreign cars, shawty What is y'all crankin'? Kush blunts, bank tellers ask me Why is y'all stankin'? If it's money I chill, shawty Why is y'all playin'? She was bound to fuck a pimp So why is you carin'? Save the hoe Cape crusader and her service aidin' hoe Dame the hoe, blame the hoe For the same shit you pay me fo' Shake it mo' for a pimp With my shrimp on my plate Countryfied, country fly with a tape Let me tell you 'bout this Super fly, dirty, dirty Third coast muddy water Shawty, pop that pussy if ya wanna Let me tell you 'bout this Old school, pourin' lean Candy yams and collard greens Pocket fulla stone, ridin' clean Let me tell you 'bout this country shit Country, country shit (Country, country shit) Let me tell you 'bout this country shit Country, country shit (Country, country shit) Let me tell you 'bout this country shit Country country shit (Country, country shit) Let me tell you 'bout this country shit Country country shit, country country shit