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letra de damnit boy - cap bailey

[chorus: colt ford]
when they see my truck jacked up tearin’ up that rut like
d-mnit boy
hot girl ridin’ shotgun talkin’ ’bout shotgun y’all like
d-mnit boy
got a cooler full of beer with a 12 point deer y’all be like
d-mnit boy
big dip in my lip don’t take no sh-t got y’all like
d-mnit boy

[verse 1: cap bailey]
ridin’ through the creek with a 10 by me
on the gator bench seat and the rust real deep
d-mnit boy i’m the baddest boy
’round here steer clear i’m a savage boy
straight pipes and all hear the rooster call
thick southern drawl got my huntin’ dogs
and we huntin’ hogs ridin’ mud bogs
with an old mossburg and it’s sawed off
swig of shine is like swollen pine
my flow real sick like i caught the swine
never mind my mind blame it on the wine
the homemade taste great drink it all the time
yep i’m just a country kid doing country sh-t
got up out the ditch now i’m country rich
with a flow like this everybody tellin’ me d-mnit boy you sick

[chorus: colt ford]
when they see my truck jacked up tearin’ up that rut like
d-mnit boy
hot girl ridin’ shotgun talkin’ bout shotgun y’all like
d-mnit boy
got a cooler full of beer with a 12 point deer y’all be like
d-mnit boy
big dip in my lip don’t take no sh-t got y’all like
d-mnit boy

when they see my truck jacked up tearin’ up that rut like
d-mnit boy
hot girl ridin’ shotgun talkin’ bout shotgun y’all like
d-mnit boy
got a cooler full of beer with a 12 point deer y’all be like
d-mnit boy
big dip in my lip don’t take no sh-t got y’all like
d-mnit boy

[verse 2: colt ford]
now i don’t know what y’all thought this was gonna be (what y’all thought)
i’m sick and tired of all these country boy wannabes (wannabes)
claimin’ that they this, claimin’ that they that, they doin’ country things (nah)
man y’all ain’t sh-t if i ever quit this game won’t be the same (that’s right)
see never have i ever really thought about stoppin’ i just keep droppin’ jams (that’s right)
and it really is silly thinkin’ you’d take my spot y’all know who i am (y’all know)
i’m in that hall of fame (that’s right)
i’m talkin’ first ballot (yeah)
i’m gonna keep on k!llin’ sh-t (you know)
when i’m done i’m gonna let y’all have it (woo)

[verse 3: cap bailey]
cooler full of beer i’m the rookie of the year
straight pipes loud when i dump it’ in gear
that’s country sh-t and we doin’ it big
cap and colt ford k!llin’ this track you dig
i chew redman hunt in deer stands
plenty country fans and farm land
eatin’ spam and my deer can
bubba skynard waylon and hank jams
’85 chevy with my tank filled up
dip in my lip mixed drink in my cup
ridin’ in a rut but i’ll never get stuck
’cause i country boy up and my mud tires tough
plenty horsepower i can climb a ladder
with my subs turned up my tool box it rattles
dirt road or gravel i’m at home here
drinkin’ cold beer ridin’ first gear

- cap bailey

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