[Chorus: x2]
Country n gutta mouth full of gold ice length chain chevorlet super spokes that's how I'm living and I love it
(thats how I'm living and I love it) everyday look I be thuggin (cause I'm thuggin) [x2]
[Verse 1:]
Country and throwed off get ya average lil star then swicth to a star but we ain't scared to go to war (g's side)
South side hustlers gold grillz and new whips and I keep green on me like my name lil flip god's gift
Don't play gotta hit below the waist don't need a bank account a couple mil in the safe (ay)
Let me chill for a min hope you keep a py-py cause you gone need spinach got the whips alligator on the seats
Gator boys thuggin couple dimes in the jeep h-o-o-be-s-t-are cookie monster in my blood just call me j-are
Oooh give me a ball and imma put it through the hoop you shoot I'm gone shoot cross me I cross you raised on cool aid
And grits cornbread and cabbage I'm a beast on the streets and I get it from my daddy
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: Lil Boosie]
I take a walk outside bandanna on my pocket (bad azz) he be wilding got them bad chicks hollin
Shine up my grillz cock back my field big money and big stuntin boy
I'm bout that for real had 50 on my wrist way before I made a hit orange charger so retarded
But the yellow so sick I got ghetto love from ghetto thugs and ghetto guls yea we act a donky though ask my dawg romeo
From batton rouge where its country as hell everybody touchin known to cause hell in the hot summer
Fresh clothes fresh bowls brush my teeth 2 times a day so I got them fresh golds I'm smilimg wildin at the clubs
I'm the truth on them beats the penetentiary they behind it cause I'm keepin it street I'm from the gutta
When we find one meal we feed each other so you can't knock my hustle (look)
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Crank up my chevy (chevy) high its just a ticket (oh boy) big block motor can't control it when I'm tippin
You can wear your platnium (platnium) and your gold grillz homie same clothes 3 days and them guls still on me (yea)
I roll wit romeo so they treat me like a king (king) respect it world wide batton rouge
Do ya thing hit my round player tonight it going down (down) he say he got that good me
Imma bring the brown down south is where I'm found (yea) we call it up town except them calls from my dawg
I can't wait til he touch down (down) gangsta that's my round (round) disrespect it we gone clown
Got sum in the car that's gone chop a hundred round (round) boy you know I'm real I show love to all my people
A hundred round my neck try to touch it they gone beat ya (beat ya) country and I'm gutta they thought I wouldn't make it no matter
What they say boy we kept jiggalatin
[Chorus x2]
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Country N Gutta Lyrics

Romeo – Country N Gutta Lyrics