Chance Alan

Lyrics

Hey ay, mustard on deer meat yo-doe
Deerio anybody he be a beer throw away
Cowboy be down call ambulance tell 'em
Breathe bro gotcha a beer
Nail a rodeo clown to a saddle he walk around like bull fighter

What's up wit these jackin'-ass beggars tryin' ta see
Country a differ rant way
Tha industry can hate me fugg 'em all 'n they be mama mobile home boyz

How many opp-pour-tuna-tays do really got
I mean it's too many options just get a shot

I'm gonna pass on this body sexy cowgirl
I'm upon all the stock to none
Preach your arses off 'n hide Bible if God watchin'
Oh He be watchin'

You gotta pop out 'n show the rednecka's
Bartenders be a boogeyman
I'm the one that upped beer 'n shotz score

With 'em two steppin' walkin' him down
Sawdust floor whole time I know he got some hoe
In his hand plowing garden fields
Pour one for him extra horseshit bulls 'n da field waitin' on him

Say use a rake I hear you like 'em leaves in country naked mile
Better not ever go two blocks a mile mo
Watch out for any ditch that runs by him love
Just make sure you hide your country flask from above

Woop hollar-back fugg'em drink up I'ma do my stuff
Why youu rollin' in that a ditch ain't your tires tired tired
Try 'n strike a chord it's probably a minor distraction

Woop hollar-back fugg'em drink up I'ma do my stuff
Why you rollin' in that a ditch ain't your tires tired tired
Try 'n strike a chord it's probably a minor distraction

Woop hollar-back fugg'em drink up I'ma do my stuff
Why you rollin' in that a ditch ain't your tires tired tired
Try 'n strike a chord it's probably a minor distraction

Woop hollar-back fugg'em drink up I'ma do my stuff
Why you rollin' in that a ditch ain't your tires tired tired
Try 'n strike a chord it's probably a minor distraction

Woop hollar-back fugg'em drink up I'ma do my stuff
Why you rollin' in that a ditch