Like me and my down home boys Down here we keep the good times flowing, Red dirt flying, and the radio going We got got each other's back and everybody knows it, Yeah me and my down home boys Know how to show a town what's up We pass it around then fill it

Come on, shake it, baby Come on, grab a drink, I wanna see you hit the flo' You've got got a fat ass, but you shake it like you ain't a ho 'Cause there's no other place that I'd rather be than Los Angeles There's no other place that I'd rather be than Los

You upsets me baby. Like beein' hit by a fallin' tree, woman what you do to me. It upsets me baby. It's hard to stop. I better stop now in case I got a weak heart. Yes, she's 36 bust,

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

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

You got got me so hypnotized The way your body rollin' round and round That booty keep bumping, titties just bouncin' up and down Now do it some more (just like that) Just do it some more (yes just like that) Girl do it some more (now shake that ass, make a

Get up off my dick, ho That's an unassuming dick, though Look around the boy, wouldn't raised they head Now they looking at the boy like the main event He don't even got got a rap sheet, looking like a mathlete How the fuck is he the one that come in with

Young nigga, I got got old cash, spazzing on they ass I got got Prada on my ho ass, got my last one mad Pop a nigga like a damn tag, shopping on they ass I just bought a new old Jag, yeah, it's so fast Smoking flocka, you a jackass, all I smoke is gas Don't you

Like a vision standin' there, Lips poutin', a come-on stare, Come on, I thought I had your number, Workin' up an appetite for love, Don't let me die of hunger, Ain't ya got got no heart, No compassion for your lover, When I get you on the floor, I find it's

All my bitches got got real hair chilling with the top down Screaming like ayo Fuck 'em both like ayo I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home But don't be acting like I need you I'ma take her ass down when she bring her friend around We popping like