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Classic Country

and I'm watchin it I bet no other tieto can handel it She gonna ride with her boy and I'm a geder done Hip hop country has never been done Chevey classic

She was a real royal lady, true patron of the arts She said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars So if I ever got too hungry for a

they askin I drop the white crease, call it dope boy magic Dopeology, you should take one of my classes Hit me in the hood, red carpet, pants saggin Rob you on Front Street in 75 classic

Stress and your my Masseuse Mama-say mama-say ma-ma-coo-sah Lost in this Plastic life, Let's Break out of this fake ass Party Turn this in to a Classic

2x] We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha Country Name Country Slang Fiens at the

playa get strange I tell my biatrice to quit yappin later or we gon' get nasty You can do whatever you like to me, we can do classic or get trashy Matter

talk, I think yo future boss batter up Now cough, and let you know caprice classic on these hoes Ver big shows tell her best be on they toes Five country

the A-T-L get on 85 South and travel Sixty miles to Legrange, but watch yo' chrome off on that gravel Then mount your horse and saddle 'cause you in the country

She was a real royal lady, true patron of the arts Said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars So if I ever got too hungry for a suitcase