BIG K.R.I.T.

BIG K.R.I.T. - Country Shit (Remix) ft. Ludacris and Bun B lyrics

rate me

Yeah, I've been waiting to tell them about this country shit

I'm a learner, you ready, Luda

Let me tell you about these old school chevys, cadillacs ss impalas

if you smokin then we got more sacks than troy palamalu

your partners want some quarters, my partners want some keys

in atlanta we get that paper can you haters say cheese

10000 watt amps, 6 15 inch kickers

my trunk bumpin like an injected ass shots like a stripper

no insurance on these whips, tags all outdated

i might not be shit to you but my mamma thinks i made it

we gonna ball till we fall or this ganja gets us wasted

and i never drink that white

all my women think im racist

on that brown with a twist

tell these hoes to reminisce

that my name is ludacris and im like bitch

Chorus

Let me tell you bout this super fly dirty dirty

third coast muddy water

shorty pop that pussy if you wanna

Let me tell you bout this old school pour and lean

candy yams and collard greens

pocket full of stone, ride clean

(Let me tell you bout this country shit

country country shit) x4

country country shit

I told them ah man hold up

country is what country does

in my crooked letter ho, well you know do it better for

pull up hop out clean

in my old school time machine

keep a parachute for this altitude

cause when you riding this high make it hard to breathe

mayday hollerin out payday

knocking pictures off the wall when i creep

pros get wet as fuck when i speak

southern drawl, thats just the way it be

heavy like sumo, numero uno

pourin up brown, she sippin on nuvo

pimpin so cold, never trick on a ho

outerspace with the flow, like im livin on pluto

you know bitch, im ugk influenced

sloooow iiiit dooownn chop chop and screw it

for the folk in texas that forever wreckin

with the styrofoam cups and purple fluid

return of 4eva I thought you knew it

country shit thats all i see

thats all i know, thats all i feel

thats all i am thats all i be

Chorus

Candy painted lac ...

sittin on 24s in vogue

pull up on a scene and i mack your bitch

it aint hard to tell i suppose she chose

cause send over the clothes, the wigs and shoes

this charlie sheen pimp is too big to lose

roll with trues and keep girls in two

boy you must have heard wrong, why you been confused

see im the big brother of sweet ...

i know all about these street games

what the trick gone pay, the chick gone say

so she can't lie about what she brang

im certified like usda

represent texas straight up out the pa

graduated school of hardknocks with a B.A.

right under the nose of the vice of the da

anything we say take it as law nigga

when im in the booth no rubber im raw nigga

talk down get bust in yo jaw nigga

like im your pa go run tell your ma nigga

no flaw, nigga 100 percent old school no glass ... some under the tent

ask anybody here whos running this shit

...its big bun in this bitch

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Thanks to Sam

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