Country BooTea

Bub, how you feel, baby, how you living?
Shit, I’m living like a gentleman, feeling like a villain
A whole lot of dollar billing, feeling like
We out here building us a house without a ceiling (it ain’t no ceiling)
And I already made by the killing
But the problem is a whole lotta chilling’s not appealing (nah)
Far from innocent and maybe I’m forgiven
But the way that I been living never gave me optimism, man
She gon' do exactly what she wanna do
You just here to get her where she going to
In a holding pad and you can’t get ahold of boo
We ain’t shopping with her, you know what she sold it to
More than new but it’s the old '68
I’m selling on the interstate
Hit her to a dinner date, twenty minutes late
But she know to dig his grave so she finna wait
Innovate, if necessary renovate
Thinking 'bout it, I ain’t never seen a winner hate
Anyway, that’s irrelevant, I’m feeling great
I gained a little weight, they on me like I’m still in shape
Let us pray that we stay safe and healthy every day
Never go the messy way, check into a better place
That’s what it does, it never be like what it was
Just because she got out the mud and now she stuck with us
That’s a big city girl, big old country booty
Got you throwing money at her like it was your duty
Thought it was your lucky charm, thought she was a cutie
Oh-oh, run it to me, run it to me
That’s a big city girl, big old country booty
Gave it to her strong, she keep testing what you doing
Not a cloud up in the sky, but I feel a storm brewing
Oh-oh, what you doing? I’m just cooling, baby
Big old, big old, big old country booty
Big old, big old, big old country booty
Big old, big old, big old, big old, big old, big old, big old
Big old country booty
Big city girl, big old country booty
Gotcha throwing money at her like it was your duty
Thought that was your lucky charm, thought she was a cutie
Oh-oh, running to me, running to me
That’s big city girl, big old country booty
Gotcha throwing money at her like it was your duty
Thought that was your lucky charm, thought she was a cutie
Oh-oh, running to me, running to me
That’s a big city girl, big old country booty
Gave it to her strong, she keep testing what you doing
Not a cloud up in the sky, but I feel a storm brewing
Oh-oh, what you doing? I’m just cooling, baby
Big old country booty
Big old country booty
Big old country booty
Big old country booty
Big old country booty
Big old country booty