100 lyrics for "Boys boys boys"
She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor She's the first one up the hayloft ladder A girl like that's what a country boy's after She's ten pounds of sugar in a five pound sack I go fast, she hollers faster I go fast, she hollers faster, She's a wild
PlayWhen you're a boy Boys keep swinging Boys always work it out Heaven loves ya The clouds part for ya Nothing stands in your way Clothes always fit ya Life is a pop of the cherry You can wear a uniform
PlayWe were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls
PlayAnd I love you Godspeed, little man Sweet dreams, little man Oh my love will fly to you each night on angels wings Sweet dreams Dragon tales and the water is wide Pirate's sail and lost boys fly Fish bite moonbeams every night
PlayWe all want a teenage fantasy Want it when we can't have it When we got it we don't seem to want it Stop falling for these boys who didn't want the same as me If I look into the future Do I really see this boy That I think I've fallen for When we are
PlayAll I wanna do is make my hometown proud Make them turn it up loud, roll them windows down Gonna give them that sound, everybody's talking about We still the same old, same old southern boys Still got that same old, same old southern voice We're singing
PlayStay papered up, on gang (oh) Stay papered up, woah Heavy ass Mercedes Benz on top rims Big chain, pink diamonds, candy ring Couple million dollars off my own strain Your life like a video game, Grand Turismo I'm in that GT-R 'cause I pop the six four I
PlayLet me go, boys Where the rivers all run dry If I should fall from grace with god Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sod But the angels won't receive me Let me go down in the mud Let them go, boys Let them go down in the mud
PlayOh my god, look at my Roley Too much sauce Look at my squad, like holy moly Look at my squad Nah, come on T, man Not even chatting to these bruddas, man They're boys, man, baby boys Still got Oysters and that Not even oyster perpetuals
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