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Aye, take ya shit Darlin' ridin' bitch in my whip Darlin' ridin' bitch in my whip Darlin' ridin' bitch in my whip That's my baby Turquoise stone on my wrist Turquoise stones on my wrist Lookin twangy Darlin' ridin' bitch in my whip Darlin' ridin' bitch in my whip That's my baby Turquoise stone on my wrist Turquoise stones on my wrist Lookin twangy Darlin' ridin' bitch in my whip Darlin' ridin' bitch in my whip That's my baby Turquoise stone on my wrist Turquoise stones on my wrist Lookin twangy Darlin' ridin' bitch in my whip Darlin' ridin' bitch in my whip That's my baby Turquoise stone on my wrist Turquoise stones on my wrist Darlin' riding bitch in my whip, that's my baby Tell my momma not to trip her son's going to make it I used to do the math with Mr. Lakin Diamonds in my chaps, bitch, diamonds in my bracelets I'mma young country legend like Dierks Bentley Said she fell In love when she first met me Told her to kick rocks because my heart is empty Plus I'm fuckin' gone off this bottle of whiskey They say it's just a faze man they hope it fades I've been high all day off these different strains These people strange partner I've seen these people change They act a certain way on a certain stage This forever country flow man forever west Hit you from a mile away mount you from your neck Even on a lousy day she still goes out and reps (Even on a lousy day she still goes out and reps) Darlin' ridin' bitch in my whip Darlin' ridin' bitch in my whip That's my baby Turquoise stone on my wrist Turquoise stones on my wrist Lookin twangy Darlin' ridin' bitch in my whip Darlin' ridin' bitch in my whip That's my baby Turquoise stone on my wrist Turquoise stones on my wrist Lookin twangy Darlin' ridin' bitch in my whip Darlin' ridin' bitch in my whip That's my baby Turquoise stone on my wrist Turquoise stones on my wrist Lookin twangy Darlin' ridin' bitch in my whip Darlin' ridin' bitch in my whip That's my baby Turquoise stone on my wrist Turquoise stones on my wrist Hop off a saddle count some money in their faces My shirts a pearl snap and my boots are made of snakeskin Never want you back darlin' you need to face it You never had my back and you never had no patience (Where were you?) When I was recording in the basement Hour after hour they wouldn't know how long it's taken It was me and Khadi put our hand prints in that pavement Started as a hobby now I don't do it unless they pay me Darlin' riding bitch in my whip that's my baby Tell my momma not to trip her son's going to make it I used to do the math with Mr. Lakin Diamonds in my chaps, bitch, diamonds in my bracelets She's my little Gitti up my ride or die She going to pick me up when I need a ride For my partners I share ever slice And when I see it start to fade I bring it back to life Darlin' ridin' bitch in my whip Darlin' ridin' bitch in my whip That's my baby Turquoise stone on my wrist Turquoise stones on my wrist Lookin twangy Darlin' ridin' bitch in my whip Darlin' ridin' bitch in my whip That's my baby Turquoise stone on my wrist Turquoise stones on my wrist Lookin twangy Darlin' ridin' bitch in my whip Darlin' ridin' bitch in my whip That's my baby Turquoise stone on my wrist Turquoise stones on my wrist Lookin twangy Darlin' ridin' bitch in my whip Darlin' ridin' bitch in my whip That's my baby Turquoise stone on my wrist Turquoise stones on my wrist Lookin twangy
Writer(s): Kase Closed, Ryan Charles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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