C-N-F (Country n*gga Fly) lyrics

Country n*gga fly
Country n*gga fly
Country n*gga fly
Country n*gga fly
That country n*gga fly
That country n*gga fly

[Verse 1:]
I'mma boss hog riding hazard like a Duke boy
Make your neck j*rk like a new boy
Erry summer I'm pulling out a new toy
Erry winter I'm pulling out a new toy
I love the new sh*t but my old school is better
My paint drippin wet, my inside dripping leather
With a hood b*tch, been hood since I met her
Name tatted on her pus*y and I'm lickin every letter
Everytime they see me out you know I (so clean on 'em)
Cuz I ball on another level (protein on 'em)
I used to cook it up and break it down (Triple beam on 'em)
Flyest thing you ever seen around, (You know wings on em)
I'm a strip club veteran, better than you than ever been
Louis knapsack full of racks and stacks when I'm comin' in
Let me in now, let me in now
King of Diamonds, Magic City, let me in now

[Hook:]
Ain't no doubt, show up, show out
Cause I'm country n*gga fly
All I know is everywhere I go
They say that country n*gga fly
That country n*gga fly
That country, country, country, country n*gga fly
[Verse 2:]
I can't help it, I was born in a slave state
I get it in from the Lou up to the Great Lakes
My great escape got big gates
Eatin' dinner off my money, call it paper plates
Now what you know about that (Free the king, n*gga)
Now what you know about that
I pull up they say where you go and cop that
Tell em Dubai, not too far from ?
Back on a leer with a chick froma Niger
Blowin Amsterdam kush while she bitin' on my ear
I'm in minaj mode, I'm feelin so sincere
I ain't playin' wit you n*ggas I'm just tryna make it clear
I get it in when I step out
Pull up that Benz and pull the Bentley out
I'm who your friends is talking 'bout
If you ain't wit it lil mama you're missing out

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Missouri to Indiana, them country n*ggas fly
Louisiana to Alabama, them country n*ggas fly
Texas, Florida, Georgia, them country n*ggas fly
Tennesee to the Carolinas, them country n*ggas fly
I told you once, I'll tell you twice
Cheese in my grits, sugar on my rice
First n*ggas rockin' grills with the ice
Not every country motherf*cker think alike, nah
East coast b*tches call me mack daddy
My west coast wanna see my catdaddy
Swing a mean wood; I think I need a caddy
If I was Tiger, I'd a never got married, man
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