I know I thought I can’t let go Well it’s over He won’t take me back when I come around Says he’s sorry then he puts me out I got a big chain around my neck And I’m broken down like a train wreck Can’t let go You told me baby one more time Won’t make me

Closed mouths don't get fed (don't get fed) Closed mouths don't get fed (yeah) Just like horns do at halftime (pa-rum-pum-pum) Now I don't give a fuck about your old nigga, or your new nigga That ass mine (all mine) And don't nobody got got to know But your

Tequila, great big buzz in a little bitty glass One shot, two shot, three, Tequila floor Cowboy bouncers 'bout to bowl me out the door Jose got got me stumblin', mumblin' like a fool That worms got got a kick like a Tennessee mule Wake up in the mornin', hurtin'

Say fuck the drug test, go'n pass my gas mask Flat screen, I back back, I see my racks stacked I wanna live like a drug lord, but I wanna be glorious Sometimes I feel like a kingpin, I'm so victorious I got a white and a black girl, they look like an

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style And I got that red lip, classic thing that you like You've got got that long hair slick back, white t-shirt Midnight, you come and pick me up, no

Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas, With Waylon and Willie and the boys. Got us feuding like the Hatfields and McCoys. An' "Blue Eyes Cryin' In The Rain", Out in Luckenbach, Texas, Ain't nobody feeling no pain. Maybe it's time we got got back to the basics of

C'mere, girl, c'mere, girl, c'mere, girl, bounce Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups) Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up) Bounce (Why you lookin' so sad? Baby girl, you need to cheer up) Bounce (I got got the remedy: it's you on me, and me on you And

(Call me a Florida boy) Wake up, nigga, wake up Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy 73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys I beat all of them cases, I'm on Bitch, I'm a Florida boy Old school, big-ass rims, sittin' like Tonka Toys I got a Florida state of

I can't stop drinking about you No one's gonna love you like I do I gotta numb the pain Without you I ain't the same So pour a shot in my glass and I'll forget forever! (Wow oh) So pour a shot in my glass 'cause it makes everything better! (Wow oh) I

She ain't really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin' A nigga got got a pregnant, he was dickriding so much The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?) Fake proper-talking, bitch be like "Please pass the Backwood" (what?) Trap boy Jack, I get the