CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Keys to the Country
I got the keys to the country
My diamonds kinda dusty
Security like the President so can't nobody touch me
I got the keys to the country, 20 deep when I go clubbin’
Only baddies hit my [?] ride my Harley motherf**ker
My bank account lookin' George Strait
I ain't worried ’bout that
Got more ice than Kid Rock in Michigan state
In a winter season forecast, yeah
Backwoods, my style still slaps in black hoods
Dirty ass in a flannel shirt rockin' Chevrolets with a Cowl Hood, and it sounds good
Never endin' that's 'bout time I bring hip-hop to these tall pines
The CMAs let a rapper in it, it'd bе Upchurch on that dotted line
Bigger than a rеdneck with tan lines
What I'd really like is a big b*t*h on my time
My backwood fresh off my mind
The sauce to the ribs, I want honey on mine
Nice little line when the Cadillac slide
This my life just swingin' like Charmane
No plans in a long-long time ’cause I drift like a cowboy off in the night
Just listen for that Rover, be aware that smoke
that I wrote
I got the keys to the country
My diamonds kinda dusty
Security like the President so can’t nobody touch me
I got the keys to the country, 20 deep when I go clubbin'
Only baddies hit my [?] ride my Harley motherf**ker
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Ride around my city with the keys to the country
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Only baddies hit my [?] ride my Harley motherf**ker
Stay rich as the big callin’
Been dukein' my whole life, where's the '69 Charger?
You bet flag flyin’ while I'm smokin' loud leaf
If you don't like my people tell your gang they can all leave
Motherf**ker I don't care
We head bangin' smokin' killer pot
We be sippin' out of jars and passin' out on rocky top
Go ahead and call the cops
I got my cattle gates locked
We ain't turnin' down 'til our bodies hit the ground and stop
South side with bikinis still drippin'
Party at my house this weekend, 20 girlfriends went missin'
Ahh, they say I flex too much
b*t*h, I got that southern comfort, you should get you some
I got the keys to the country
My diamonds kinda dusty
Security like the President so can't nobody touch me
I got the keys to the country, 20 deep when I go clubbin'
Only baddies hit my [?] ride my Harley motherf**ker
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Ride around my city with the keys to the country
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Only baddies hit my [?] ride my Harley motherf**ker
My diamonds kinda dusty
Security like the President so can't nobody touch me
I got the keys to the country, 20 deep when I go clubbin’
Only baddies hit my [?] ride my Harley motherf**ker
My bank account lookin' George Strait
I ain't worried ’bout that
Got more ice than Kid Rock in Michigan state
In a winter season forecast, yeah
Backwoods, my style still slaps in black hoods
Dirty ass in a flannel shirt rockin' Chevrolets with a Cowl Hood, and it sounds good
Never endin' that's 'bout time I bring hip-hop to these tall pines
The CMAs let a rapper in it, it'd bе Upchurch on that dotted line
Bigger than a rеdneck with tan lines
What I'd really like is a big b*t*h on my time
My backwood fresh off my mind
The sauce to the ribs, I want honey on mine
Nice little line when the Cadillac slide
This my life just swingin' like Charmane
No plans in a long-long time ’cause I drift like a cowboy off in the night
Just listen for that Rover, be aware that smoke
that I wrote
I got the keys to the country
My diamonds kinda dusty
Security like the President so can’t nobody touch me
I got the keys to the country, 20 deep when I go clubbin'
Only baddies hit my [?] ride my Harley motherf**ker
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Ride around my city with the keys to the country
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Only baddies hit my [?] ride my Harley motherf**ker
Stay rich as the big callin’
Been dukein' my whole life, where's the '69 Charger?
You bet flag flyin’ while I'm smokin' loud leaf
If you don't like my people tell your gang they can all leave
Motherf**ker I don't care
We head bangin' smokin' killer pot
We be sippin' out of jars and passin' out on rocky top
Go ahead and call the cops
I got my cattle gates locked
We ain't turnin' down 'til our bodies hit the ground and stop
South side with bikinis still drippin'
Party at my house this weekend, 20 girlfriends went missin'
Ahh, they say I flex too much
b*t*h, I got that southern comfort, you should get you some
I got the keys to the country
My diamonds kinda dusty
Security like the President so can't nobody touch me
I got the keys to the country, 20 deep when I go clubbin'
Only baddies hit my [?] ride my Harley motherf**ker
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Ride around my city with the keys to the country
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Only baddies hit my [?] ride my Harley motherf**ker
