- Nappy Roots Ballin' on a Budget 歌詞
- Nappy Roots
- Im just a big bang baller on a budget
Dank ******, smokin like ****** it
City slicker, country ******, reppin straight from
KentuckyHorseshoes and rabbit paws flossin, chicken closs for the lucky40 flowers,
Range Rovers, so they know the tailpipes rusted
Country cookin, dog fightin, big body ridin
Chillin like a mug in
Western Kentuck, showin love
Summertime a funner time, smoke and gunner time
Sippin Sprite and somethin dark every ****** time
Uhh, okay watch how the po folk ball
Stomp through to mall in my overalls, the black
GirbaudNo pager, no cellphone, no access at all
Just a pack of
Dutch Masters and a pint of alcohol
My hooptie, with a down crew like
Boots said'You dont perm, ****** a fadeLet my hair swing back and forth like a germIll ****** with sick ******t, pull out this and stick it in this thick chickBaby Mama drama, child support court and aint worth the biscuit'
Whatcha know about them backwood country folk?
Whatcha know about the
Lac bone hundred spoke?
Jimmy Crack
Corn, no fade, no comb
Whatcha know about ballin on a budget bro?
Im just ballin on a budget, yeaga
Im just ballin on a budget, yeaga
Im just ballin on a budget, yeaga
Its the N the
A the P P
YPull up, dead horns on the hood of my truck
Kentucky Mud on my shoes and my socks
Hungry Jack, prefer tryin to stuff some food in my gut
Country cat in the cowboy hat
Im front to back put the house on that
Candied yams, chitlins, greens, and smoked country ham
Chicken wings, cornbread, gran in the kitchen throwin down
Eat good, tryin a smoke somethin, run up on a pound
Roll somethin, gut a
Vega tryin a stuff it with a ounce
Hummin, Mama cookin that mean its
Sunday monin
Half a pint of bootleg gin, it keep my goin
Fat knot, [Incomprehensible], bad daylight
Cigars and happy bags, man we stay right
Aww man, we go back, like sweet pickle book clubs
****** that was good love, summertime bathin in a foot tub
Damn that ******t hurt and my jams in that **** **rt
Atari 26, one stick never worked
Whatcha know about them backwood country folk?
Whatcha know about the
Lac bone hundred spoke?
Jimmy Crack
Corn, no fade, no comb
Whatcha know about ballin on a budget bro?
Im just ballin on a budget, yeaga
Im just ballin on a budget, yeaga
Im just ballin on a budget, yeaga
Its the N the
A the P P
YComin up in the woods all
I did was run barefoot
Neer could comb my hair good
My hairline grew like ten pound vines
Tween my rib and my underwear
Its still a thin brown line, ******t
Chores did and
Ma work out on the clothin line
Cool as ***** *t, country boys out on the grind
River views, picnic, big ticks covered the place
Folks visit and make it apparent to come back again
Look here, see
I smoke like a fire and
I drink like a fish
Thats it,
Ecstasy just aint on my list
No comb, no brush, no fade, no pick
No ******t, no hair and you get no ******
Now we love them gals that love themselves, them southern belles
Them Clydesdale
Kentucky gals with muddy tails
We cut them gals, no veils, no wedding bells
Trick on cheap hotels,
KY gels and nothin else
Whatcha know about them backwood country folk?
Whatcha know about the
Lac bone hundred spoke?
Jimmy Crack
Corn, no fade, no comb
Whatcha know about ballin on a budget bro?
Im just ballin on a budget, yeaga
Im just ballin on a budget, yeaga
Im just ballin on a budget, yeaga
Its the N the
A the P P
Y
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