I might talk slow
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But I'm feelin fine
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Cause them kuntry folks sho can ryme
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Ain't got no ice
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Cause without it I shine
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And them kuntry folks sho can rhyme
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Aw Hell,
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They done let me loose
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And I'm doin just what they thought I'd do
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With a 5th of beam
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And I ate a roll
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N' I'm outta control
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You should've brought me two
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I started you
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With them heated vocals
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Don't you cross them weeded locals
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My niece on wall street
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With a balla's creep
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N' it's all sweet
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But'chall weep cause
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Monday through
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Sunday ooh
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Ya'll dummies too
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Don't complain
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Just know ya roll
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Bad ass lil playa be going on
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I sold my soul
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For a "G" advance
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A white, a quarter N' some peter pan
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Now I'm broke again
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With Duddy Ken
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N' we out of gin
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Gonna need a chance
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Can't even dance
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When I wil' at life
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That time of night
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Shinin' light
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In the southern sky
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Plus I'm high
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Singing these tallboy's lullaby
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I nullify your whole existance
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In an instance
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With no resistance
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New Sparxxx? Bubba K
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Don't know what to say
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Cause I smoked him senseless
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So defenseless, a baby goose
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On the discovery channel
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At 3am
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Life is some ol' country bum
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Betcha wanted fun
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But we ain't them
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Got all blazed
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And I got with' Duddy
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Jumped in made the water muddy
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These kuntry folks sure can rhyme
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It's our time
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Keep snoozing buddy
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[Chorus:]
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I might talk slow
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But I'm feelin fine
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Cause them kuntry folks sho can ryme
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Ain't got no ice
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Cause without it I shine
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And them kuntry folks sho can rhyme
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I smoke homegrown and I drank cheap wine
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Cause them kuntry folks sho can rhyme
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You can tell me to change, but you'd be wastin your time
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Cause them kuntry folks sho can rhyme
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I ain't got no hoe
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No blow, no dough
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But got a lot of game to spit at your hoe
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Fleetwood cadillac four-door
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Steppin out the back with a cream Polo
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The Mack tight
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With a bang for the act rite
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Boys on with my calls with my gat tight
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Could'ntfind a phillie blunt better packed tight
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Duddy Kin, blow like wind
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Kuntry folks do kuntry things
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Why ya'll gotta be knocking me
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I'm on the thang to the fifth a'grain
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Gittin foul blitzed
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Inna bought caprice
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With a box of Sweets
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Automatic from the static
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Back seat beautiful chick with fat rabbits
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We mark beats like a prodigy's habit
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Yo style ain't shit
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My swisher ain't fattest
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Wanna get crunk
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I'm a crank it up with ya
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Wanna rap I'll git ya
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D to the U double D Y Ken
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Fakin rock-steady like the Wizards
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With the gift to gab
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Up in the lab
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Choppin up track
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Fo ? fo mag (forty-four mag)
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Playin the Chrome
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As the spot wears on
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Polo down, versaci long
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It's real folk
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Take care and heed
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Please don't make me say it twice
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ATH GA baby
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Ya'll lil niggas better play it rite
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Now what it is
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Tell me what it gonna be
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How you gonna do it
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Cus I'm down for dyin'
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I'm a Georgia hog slash bulldog
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Who might talk slow but shure can rhyme
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[Chorus]
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Country Folks
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Bubba Sparxxx |