Get crazy-azy, lose your mind. Get shady-ady, aint got time for maybe, baby. It is time to let loose and lose control And this is for my country boys, in Chevy or Fords, out here making noise of course. We dont forget to bring the country down, yall know who Im talkin bout. Chicks that drink up and throw down. Now let loose and lose control. Grab a thirty pack (let loose and lose control), and a bag of real tree (let loose and lose control). Got a rifle in the gun rack (let loose and lose control). So yall watch me (let loose and lose control) Im buckwild, wild buck, cause Im throwin down. My old stuff is old news now. Im habanero, jalapeno, hot, so cranky. Kill the speakers blown, and throw it in your bullet trunk. Crank it again put a drank in your hand and hank it up. Im whiskey bent, hell bound. Call my friends, Hellhounds. We in love with that shell sounds, so we shootin while ridin around. In the child size tonka truck, makin donkin noise. Cause I try to find the click, always have to ask. Better call this chick cause this night is gon last, way past six so just dip in that stash. Get licked quick while I mash that gas. Up in all our feelin mud, oh oh Get up, shut up, flow. Better, better, shut up, flow. Slingin mud, gettin drunk, chicken in the backseat, losin control And this is for my country boys, in Chevy or Fords, out here making noise of course. We dont forget to bring the country back, yall know who Im talkin bout. Chicks that drink up and throw down. Now let loose and lose control. Grab a thirty pack (let loose and lose control), and a bag of real tree (let loose and lose control). Got a rifle in the gun rack (let loose and lose control). So yall watch me (let loose and lose control) Lets go, lets go and let those cold beer flow til they get so tip top full they explode. No, its no question, its in my soul, get you a bull stretch to go my soul Beer makes my boat float, Im in my truck when Im on that dirt road. Aint a problem with the weather in the passenger seat. Two chains in the wench, two with the long feet. Too deep in the water but let off and release that gas. If we do or die, so we got the passenger passin me til we get out of the dry, alright. Bad to the bone, r-r-r-r-rad like the thurgood song. Play me Johnny Cash til the cows come home, cause the man in black still owns that throne. Boy, Im shootin shots, theres something else you cant in parking lots. Like what, what the fifty cal sound off still split the cow Get up, shut up, flow. Better, better, shut up, flow. Slingin mud, gettin drunk, chicken in the backseat, losin control And this is for my country boys, in Chevy or Fords, out here making noise of course. We dont forget to bring the country back, yall know who Im talkin bout. Chicks that drink up and throw down. Now let loose and lose control. Grab a thirty pack (let loose and lose control), and a bag of real tree (let loose and lose control). Got a rifle in the gun rack (let loose and lose control). So yall watch me (let loose and lose control).
Posted on: Mon, 25 Aug 2014 05:22:31 +0000
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