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This Down Here (feat. Colt Ford)
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This Down Here (feat. Colt Ford) was released on August 6, 2013 by Phixieous Entertainment as a part of the album This Down Here (feat. Colt Ford) - Single
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Release DateAugust 6, 2013
LabelPhixieous Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
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Valence
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Energy
BPM68

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Lyrics

Hey country roads, gettin' blowed, I don't know which way to go
I ain't got nowhere to be, I'm followin' my radio
I'm still livin' on the edge, gettin' my money out of bounds
Swervin' in and out of town, I'm still bumpin' "Doubt Me Now"
Back to the simple man life, I'm into basics
The weed that we been blowin' was grown in my cousin's basement
If money to be made then I'm speedin' to get it
Everybody that I know is sellin' weed for a livin'
On that Tennessee shit so I'm doin' this for y'all
I speak with a southern drawl, say no ma'am and no
I'm travelin' the country, sometimes feel like I ain't wanted
Never thought that I was country 'til I went to California
If we don't believe you then we ain't seen you
Nowhere 'round these old back streets
Never had a mason jar of mama's sweet tea
Let me make this clear
If you ain't rolled down an old back road
With an open beer and an eighth of dro
Then you don't know a fuckin' thing about this down here
Well I'm a sweet tea drinkin', cigarillo rollin' badass
Muddin' down a back road, puffin' on some hash wax
You ain't never met anybody quite like Lil Wyte (Quite like Lil Wyte)
I spend my winters on the road and my summers in the country
Only hang around with good people that love me
And that's the only thing that keeps
My brain alright (My brain alright)
'Bout to pop another pill, bumpin' Dilla No Deal
Me and Jelly roll drunk on a grassy hill
And everything that we want we gonna do tonight (Do tonight)
Tell 'em Jesse Whitley
If we don't believe you then we ain't seen you
Nowhere 'round these old back streets
Never had a mason jar of mama's sweet tea
Let me make this clear
If you ain't rolled down an old back road
With an open beer and an eighth of dro
Then you don't know a fuckin' thing about this down here
I'ma step up in this thing, spittin' hot shit, that cocked Glock shit
Make a big boy drop shit, that please don't pop shit
Damn Colt Ford won't stop shit, y'all gonna have to call the cops shit
Y'all gonna have to get a mop shit, '
Cause I'ma tear this thing out the frame
Gotta love the country boy in the game, see I'm a southern gent
Hell bound and whiskey bent, tote a shotgun and a bible
That's country boy survival
Jelly Roll said Colt just spit it
Said him and Lil Wyte's gon' get it
Had room so they let me jump in
Hot damn this beat is bumpin'
It's kinda like the three amigos
No attitude, ain't no egos
Just came here to get it crunk up
Rawshot and it's gon' get drunk up
That's just the way I does it
It's all I've ever known
Jelly Roll and Lil Wyte, Colt Ford
Good lord we gettin' blown
If we don't believe you then we ain't seen you
Nowhere 'round these old back streets
Never had a mason jar of mama's sweet tea
Let me make this clear
If you ain't rolled down an old back road
With an open beer and an eighth of dro
Then you don't know a fuckin' thing about this down here
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