Yeah I'm a country boy, but I'm a player too
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All up in your city flexin' down the avenue
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But I ain't mad at you dog, that's what I had to do
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That least that you could do is gimme a lil' gratitude
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Hey, everybody wanna say hey, Timmy
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Get into it or be on your way, hey
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And I really hate it came to this
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How else can I say it, I don't speak no other languages
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I came to do two things, kick some ass
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And drink some coke, yeah, and I'm almost out of beer
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Looky here, we damned if every other year
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He ain't stumble back in, Bubba, baby that's him
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I love me some me, and I don't mind you
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Shoot ya move dog, we lovin' whatcha tryin'a do
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Just do it over there, I feel some ? away
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I guess what I'm tryin'a say is I ain't got no time to play
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I might just die today, I might just live forever
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I done endured being poor but being rich is better
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From that dirt road in the grange I did came
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A long way, we can do this all day
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Yeah I'm a country boy, but I'm a player too
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All up in your city flexin' down the avenue
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But I ain't mad at you dog, that's what I had to do
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That least that you could do is gimme a lil' gratitude
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Hey, everybody wanna say hey
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Get into it or be on your way, hey
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And I really hate it came to this
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How else can I say it, I don't speak no other languages
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Hey, everybody wanna say hey
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Get into it or be on your way, hey
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And I really hate it came to this
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How else can I say it, I don't speak no other languages
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Ain't no excuses, just gotta be more the shit
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Than I already was and that's unfortunate
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For all these babblers, still booty chatterers
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This what a rapper was supposed to be and that's what's up
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Country this, yeah yeah, country that
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I'm a country cat, it's just a fact, can't run from that
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Keep high, a bunch out back, now watch the money stack
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Hide in the hay, in the barn out on the farm
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I can charm, the fangs off a cotton mouth
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Right there by my house way out in the south
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Know what I'm talkin' bout, it would appear no
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Girl who's that zero, I am the hero, y'all
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Yeah I'm a country boy, but I'm a player too
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All up in your city flexin' down the avenue
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But I ain't mad at you dog, that's what I had to do
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That least that you could do is gimme a lil' gratitude
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Hey, everybody wanna say hey
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Get into it or be on your way, hey
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And I really hate it came to this
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How else can I say it, I don't speak no other languages
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Hey, everybody wanna say hey
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Get into it or be on your way, hey
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And I really hate it came to this
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How else can I say it, I don't speak no other languages
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Yeah yeah it's Bubba K, I plans to give 'em hell
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Yesiree I did my thang and I did it well
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I walk the walk baby, and all that daddy tells
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I ain't even noticed my skin, damn, is it pale
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Oh well, I guess that how it go
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Now I know, move right along down the row
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Another good morning, another breath of air
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Dude I don't ask for much, still I got blessings everywhere
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And I ain't scared to share, you can have my last
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But you ever diss on me and mine that's yo ass
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You hear that thang beatin', Timmy still speakin'
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That's how real I keep it, everything else our little secret, whoa
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Yeah I'm a country boy, but I'm a player too
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All up in your city flexin' down the avenue
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But I ain't mad at you dog, that's what I had to do
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That least that you could do is gimme a lil' gratitude
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Hey! (A Lil' Gratitude)
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| Bubba Sparxxx |
