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letra de southern back road '05 - villebillies

[chorus]
well i done bit this curb on a southern back road
i done been this blurred since long time ago
but i got this urge just talkin’ [? 0:05]
but ain’t no d-mn way the devil’s gettin’ my soul

[verse 1: tuck]
well i don’t dance no more i just sit at the bar
sh-t have a couple shots while i drive my car
i’m insane in the membrane, can’t you see it?
if i told you half the sh-t i did you probably wouldn’t believe it
so i’mma save my breath and lay it to rest
sip the liquor out the bottle ’til there ain’t nothin’ left
go out and buy another one ‘cause i’m whiskey bit and h-llbound
hi my name’s the devil can i welcome you to h-ll now?
it’s hot ain’t it?
see my brain got tainted
i ain’t in it for the money man i’m tryin’ to be famous
so i can get a tight girl with hair and some curls
little daisy duke chick with a lollipop swirl
tell me that you love it, tell me that you like me
but know your boundaries ‘cause i ain’t lookin’ for no wifey
and one thing i might be the coolest dude you know
you can meet me at the aftershow now roll

[chorus]
well i done bit this curb on a southern back road
i done been this blurred since long time ago
but i got this urge just talkin’ [?]
but ain’t no d-mn way the devil’s gettin’ my soul
well i done bit this curb on a southern back road
i done been this blurred since long time ago
but i got this urge just talkin’ [?]
but ain’t no d-mn way the devil’s gettin’ my soul

[verse 2: demi]
we the billies who be breaking bottles smokin’ dozer
f-ckin’ models thought i told ya
who that in the caddy smokin’ fatties ‘bout to run you over
it be the eerie-eh-epkus from the l town
ready to reara-a-rip this motherf-cker down
ya’ll makin’ dollars but ya’ll don’t make sense
ay yo i’m comin’ out kentucky like i’m tayshaun prince
all my ladies and gents, all my cats and dogs
all my hustlers and pimps, all my lizards and frogs

[verse 3: child]
i started on the d-gg-n’
they thought my sh-t was awful
it’s ‘cause their drummer wasn’t the one that i f-ckin’ followed
i used to be embarr-ssed like focker off meet the parents
even though i had the sk!ll that could bring it live in this carriage
i can bat it i can bat it like a heroin addict
i love my sh-t i really do it’s just so d-mn dramatic
i think i say i feel on a level playing field
but on paper i can be somebody i can never be for real

[verse 4: skinny deville]
well if i’m drunk as a skunk call me pepe le pew
and this funk is brought to you by rhythm and booze
called tuck and his truck and he said “what it do?”
on a blunt full of kila and told him this bust’s for you
now i’m back in my ‘lac with the city in view
got my chick by my side she’s a pretty one too (-ss fat)
thick thighs with some nice round hips
small waist lovely face and some palm-sized t-ts
just like a dream come true
if she left me i be like “what’s a player gon’ do?”
call up another one and tell her -ss come through
bet a hundred on that situation doubt i’m gonna screw (and why’s that?)
‘cause i’m a mack baby boo
born and raised in the care of the 502
‘til i die and they bury me six feet deep
call me skinny d the motherf-cker like gold creek

- villebillies

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