[Chorus: x2]
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Country n gutta mouth full of gold ice length chain chevorlet super spokes thats how im living and i love it
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(thats how im living and i love it) everyday look i be thuggin (cause im thuggin) <i>[x2]
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[Verse 1:]
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Country and throwed off get ya average lil star then swicth to a star but we aint scared to go to war (g's side)
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south side hustlers gold grillz and new whips and i keep green on me like my name lil flip god's gift
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dont play gotta hit below the waist dont need a bank account a couple mil in the safe (ay)
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let me chill for a min hope you keep a py-py cause you gone need spinach got the whips alligator on the seats
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gator boys thuggin couple dimes in the jeep h-o-o-b-s-t-r cookie monster in my blood just call me j-r
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oooh give me a ball and imma put it through the hoop you shoot im gone shoot cross me i cross you raised on kool aid
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and grits cornbread and cabbage im a beast on the streets and i get it from my daddy
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 2: Lil Boosie]
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I take a walk outside bandanna on my pocket (bad azz) he be wilding got them bad chicks hollin
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shine up my grillz cock back my field big money and big stuntin boy
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im bout that for real had 50 on my wrist way before i made a hit orange charger so retarded
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but the yellow so sick i got ghetto love from ghetto thugs and ghetto guls yea we act a donky though ask my dawg romeo
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from batton rouge where its country as hell everybody touchin known to cause hell in the hot summer
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fresh clothes fresh bowls brush my teeth 2 times a day so i got them fresh golds im smilimg wildin at the clubs
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im the truth on them beats the penetentiary they behind it cause im keepin it street im from the gutta
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when we find one meal we feed each other so you cant knock my hustle (look)
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 3:]
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Crank up my chevy (chevy) high its just a ticket (oh boy) big block motor cant control it when im tippin
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you can wear your platnium (platnium) and your gold grillz homie same clothes 3 days and them guls still on me (yea)
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i roll wit romeo so they treat me like a king (king) respect it world wide batton rouge
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do ya thing hit my round player tonight it going down (down) he say he got that good me
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imma bring the brown down south is where im found (yea) we call it up town except them calls from my dawg
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i cant wait til he touch down (down) gangsta thats my round (round) disrespect it we gone clown
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got sum in the car thats gone chop a hundred round (round) boy you know im real i show love to all my people
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a hundred round my neck try to touch it they gone beat ya (beat ya) country and im gutta they thought i wouldn't make it no matter
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what they say boy we kept jiggalatin
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[Chorus x2]
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Country N Gutta
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| Romeo |
