Текст песни Country Bootea - Bubba Sparxxx

Country Bootea

Bub, how you feel, baby, how you living?\nShit, I’m living like a gentleman, feeling like a villain\nA whole lot of dollar billing, feeling like\nWe out here building us a house without a ceiling (it ain’t no ceiling)\nAnd I already made by the killing\nBut the problem is a whole lotta chilling’s not appealing (nah)\nFar from innocent and maybe I’m forgiven\nBut the way that I been living never gave me optimism, man\nShe gon' do exactly what she wanna do\nYou just here to get her where she going to\nIn a holding pad and you can’t get ahold of boo\nWe ain’t shopping with her, you know what she sold it to\nMore than new but it’s the old '68\nI’m selling on the interstate\nHit her to a dinner date, twenty minutes late\nBut she know to dig his grave so she finna wait\nInnovate, if necessary renovate\nThinking 'bout it, I ain’t never seen a winner hate\nAnyway, that’s irrelevant, I’m feeling great\nI gained a little weight, they on me like I’m still in shape\nLet us pray that we stay safe and healthy every day\nNever go the messy way, check into a better place\nThat’s what it does, it never be like what it was\nJust because she got out the mud and now she stuck with us\nThat’s a big city girl, big old country booty\nGot you throwing money at her like it was your duty\nThought it was your lucky charm, thought she was a cutie\nOh-oh, run it to me, run it to me\nThat’s a big city girl, big old country booty\nGave it to her strong, she keep testing what you doing\nNot a cloud up in the sky, but I feel a storm brewing\nOh-oh, what you doing? I’m just cooling, baby\nBig old, big old, big old country booty\nBig old, big old, big old country booty\nBig old, big old, big old, big old, big old, big old, big old\nBig old country booty\nBig city girl, big old country booty\nGotcha throwing money at her like it was your duty\nThought that was your lucky charm, thought she was a cutie\nOh-oh, running to me, running to me\nThat’s big city girl, big old country booty\nGotcha throwing money at her like it was your duty\nThought that was your lucky charm, thought she was a cutie\nOh-oh, running to me, running to me\nThat’s a big city girl, big old country booty\nGave it to her strong, she keep testing what you doing\nNot a cloud up in the sky, but I feel a storm brewing\nOh-oh, what you doing? I’m just cooling, baby\nBig old country booty\nBig old country booty\nBig old country booty\nBig old country booty\nBig old country booty\nBig old country booty