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F150 (feat. Lecade)

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F150 (feat. Lecade)
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Rolyat Music
Rolyat Music
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Cade Brinkley
Cade Brinkley
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Dunky Beats
Dunky Beats
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Ridin' with my brother's in an F-150 Sorry if I'm off I'm really fuckin' tipsy Four by four with some big ole' titties Kenwood's bumping and I'm whippin' a shitty Backroad travel with my boy's it's a given Grandma told me to make a great livin Have some kids and marry some women True to my roots ill catch you slippin Ridin' with my brother's in an F-150 Sorry if I'm off I'm really fuckin' tipsy Four by four with some big ole' titties Kenwood's bumping and I'm whippin' a shitty Met up with a blond bitch at a beach bar Got a truck with thirties and a sports car Maybe we can meet up at 6 Ima show you around the sticks Pick her up and I pop a dip in She can't climb cause my truck is lifted On a farm and I show her tips and How to really make a killin' Next we make our way into a corn field Punch the bitch and say where my horses She just tell me that she don't know So I drop that dumb little hoe Off at QuikTrip she starts crying Bitch I don't really give a shit Tossed her phone out of my window Sorry baby that's just how the wind blows Ridin' with my brother's in an F-150 Sorry if I'm off I'm really fuckin' tipsy Four by four with some big ole' titties Kenwood's bumping and I'm whippin' a shitty Backroad travel with my boy's it's a given Grandma told me to make a great livin Have some kids and marry some women True to my roots ill catch you slippin Long necks on a iso City girl but she really ain't my type though Blonde hair tight jeans that's a right hoe I bet shorty drive the tractor with her eyes closed She whip it real good like an F150 Beers to the sky if you still fucking with me Gone goodbye if she can't shoot whiskey Three shots in I'm a little bit tipsy I ain't sipping on no ag now Colt forty five it'll blow your fucking back down Some cowboy shit I don't really need no mask now Ima whip your ass like it's Friday night smackdown Whipping thirty fives on the black top I wave my hat around the air and give her back shots Gucci on the boots Make you see me when the bag drop Nice young man Yeah I bet its what your dad thought We be tearing it down on a Friday night Start running the town Man it seems alright Feeling it now ima live my life Dance in the dark under old headlights Ride with my brothers in an F150 Redneck prince I ain't talking bout Disney Drank too much and I got too dizzy Two bad hoes in the back tryna kiss me Ridin' with my brother's in an F-150 Sorry if I'm off I'm really fuckin' tipsy Four by four with some big ole' titties Kenwood's bumping and I'm whippin' a shitty Backroad travel with my boy's it's a given Grandma told me to make a great livin Have some kids and marry some women True to my roots ill catch you slippin Ridin' with my brother's in an F-150 Sorry if I'm off I'm really fuckin' tipsy Four by four with some big ole' titties Kenwood's bumping and I'm whippin' a shitty Ridin' with my brother's in an F-150 Sorry if I'm off I'm really fuckin' tipsy Four by four with some big ole' titties Kenwood's bumping and I'm whippin' a shitty Backroad travel with my boy's it's a given Grandma told me to make a great livin Have some kids and marry some women True to my roots ill catch you slippin
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