I'm just a, big bang baller on a budget
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Dank weed, smokin like "fuck it"
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City slicker, country nigga, reppin straight from Kentucky
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Horseshoes and rabbit paws flossin, chicken closs for the lucky
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40 flowers, Range Rovers, so they know the tailpipe's rusted
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[Big V]
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Country cookin, dog fightin, big-body ridin
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Chillin like a mug in Western Kentuck', showin love
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Summertime a funner time, smoke and gunner time
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Sippin Sprite and somethin dark, every fuckin time
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[Scales]
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Uhh, okay watch how the po' folk ball
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Stomp through to mall in my overalls, the black Girbaud
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No pager, no cellphone, no access at all
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Just a pack of Dutch Masters and a pint of alcohol
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[Skinny DeVille]
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My hooptie, with a down crew like Boots said
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You don't +Perm+, +Fuck a+ fade
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let my hair swang back and forth like a germ
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Ill nigga with sick shit, pull out this and stick it in this thick chick
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Baby mama drama, child support court and ain't worth the biscuit
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[Chorus: Skinny]
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Whattcha know about them backwood country folk?
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Whattcha know about the 'Lac bone hundred spoke?
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Jimmy Crack Corn; no fade, no comb
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Whattcha know about ballin on a budget bro?
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I'm just ballin on a budget yeaga (yeaga)
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I'm just ballin on a budget yeaga (yeaga)
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I'm just ballin on a budget yeaga (yeaga)
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It's the N the A the P-P-Y
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[B. Stille]
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Pull up, dead horns on the hood of my truck
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Kentucky Mud on my shoes and my socks
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Hungry Jack, pheffer tryna stuff some food in my gut
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Country cat in the cowboy hat
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I'm front to back put the house on that
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[Ron Clutch]
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Candied yams, chitlins, greens, and smoked country ham
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Chicken wings, cornbread, gran in the kitchen throwin down
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Eat good, tryna smoke somethin, run up on a pound
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Roll somethin, gut a vega tryna stuff it with a ounce
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[Big V]
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Hummin, mama cookin that mean it's Sunday mo'nin
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Half a pint of bootleg gin, it keep my goin
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Fat knot, (?) , bad daylight
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Cigars and happy bags, man we stay right
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[Scales]
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Aww man, we go back, like sweet pickle book clubs
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Nigga that was good love, summertime bathin in a foot tub
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Damn that shit hurt, and my jams in that shirt
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Atari 26, one stick, never worked
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[Chorus: Skinny]
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[B. Stille]
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Comin up in the woods, all I did was run barefoot
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Ne'er could comb my hair good
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My hairline grew like ten pound vines
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'Tween my rib and my underware
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It's still a thin brown line, shit
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[Big V]
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Chores did, and ma work out on the clothin line
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Cool as shit, country boys out on the grind
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River views, picknic, big ticks covered the place
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Folks visit, and make it apparent to come back again
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[Scales]
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Look here, see I smoke like a fire and a drink like a fish
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That's it, ecstasy just ain't on my list
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No comb, no brush, no fade, no pick
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No shit, no hair and you get no dick
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[B. Stille]
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Now we love them gals that love themselves, them southern belles
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Them Clydesdale Kentucky gals, with muddy tails
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We cut them gals, no veils, no wedding bells
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Trick on cheap hotels, KY gels and nothin else
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[Chorus: Skinny
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Ballin` On A Budget (Tight Vocal Up Version)
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Nappy Roots |