Dirty Slang
Ain't nothing like them country boys,
Dirty slang
Take you home, teach you some things
Pretty guy, that ain't my type
I want a downtown boy like you.
Touchdown in your city and feel them girls ain't with me
I like your waves when I put my hands on you
Love the way you shot it, you talk slow but I like it
You keep it up, baby, here's what I'm gonna do, do, do, do
Call you up, drop a deuce, have you leaning
Hit the club, throw some ones for the hoes
It's my fault, I just love that way you keep it
Man, and everybody knows
Ain't nothing like them country boys, dirty slang
I wanna take you home, teach you some things
Don't want no pretty guy, that ain't my type
I want a downtown boy like you
Ain't nothing like them country boys, dirty slang
I wanna take you home, teach you some things
Don't want no pretty guy, that ain't my type
I want a downtown boy like you
Yeah, and look, she say she want a young nigga
Yeah, foreign shit for my bottom bitch cause my bag right damn,
She pour the forth, we still leaning from last night.
Look, fuck lose my boo rock jays
We don't never play heart games this shit real for her, it's a drill.
Baby girl from Chiraq, back shots, that's my cat.
And she my dog, my nigga, won't pose boy, fuck pictures
Tink, just know that I fuck with you,
One call OM dog,
On me, it's all up, yeah.
Ain't nothing them country boys, dirty slang
I wanna take you home, teach you some things
Don't want no pretty guy, that ain't my type
I want a downtown boy like you
Ain't nothing like them country boys, dirty slang
I wanna take you home, teach you some things
Don't want no pretty guy, that ain't my type
I want a downtown boy like you
Something 'bout the way you run these streets
You're well respected, hope that knows your name
And something bout the way you talk to me
When I hear your accent, it makes me go insane
Ain't nothing like them country boys, dirty slang
I wanna take you home, teach you some things
Don't want no pretty guy, that ain't my type
I want a downtown boy like you
Ain't nothing like them country boys, dirty slang
I wanna take you home, teach you some things
Don't want no pretty guy, that ain't my type
I want a downtown boy like you
Call you up, drop a deuce, have you leaning
Hit the club, throw some ones for the hoes
It's my fault, I just love it the way you keep it
Man, and everybody knows
Call you up, drop a deuce, have you leaning
Hit the club, throw some ones for the hoes
It's my fault, I just love the way you keep it
Man, and everybody knows
Ain't nothing like them country boys...
Dirty slang
Take you home, teach you some things
Pretty guy, that ain't my type
I want a downtown boy like you.
Touchdown in your city and feel them girls ain't with me
I like your waves when I put my hands on you
Love the way you shot it, you talk slow but I like it
You keep it up, baby, here's what I'm gonna do, do, do, do
Call you up, drop a deuce, have you leaning
Hit the club, throw some ones for the hoes
It's my fault, I just love that way you keep it
Man, and everybody knows
Ain't nothing like them country boys, dirty slang
I wanna take you home, teach you some things
Don't want no pretty guy, that ain't my type
I want a downtown boy like you
Ain't nothing like them country boys, dirty slang
I wanna take you home, teach you some things
Don't want no pretty guy, that ain't my type
I want a downtown boy like you
Yeah, and look, she say she want a young nigga
Yeah, foreign shit for my bottom bitch cause my bag right damn,
She pour the forth, we still leaning from last night.
Look, fuck lose my boo rock jays
We don't never play heart games this shit real for her, it's a drill.
Baby girl from Chiraq, back shots, that's my cat.
And she my dog, my nigga, won't pose boy, fuck pictures
Tink, just know that I fuck with you,
One call OM dog,
On me, it's all up, yeah.
Ain't nothing them country boys, dirty slang
I wanna take you home, teach you some things
Don't want no pretty guy, that ain't my type
I want a downtown boy like you
Ain't nothing like them country boys, dirty slang
I wanna take you home, teach you some things
Don't want no pretty guy, that ain't my type
I want a downtown boy like you
Something 'bout the way you run these streets
You're well respected, hope that knows your name
And something bout the way you talk to me
When I hear your accent, it makes me go insane
Ain't nothing like them country boys, dirty slang
I wanna take you home, teach you some things
Don't want no pretty guy, that ain't my type
I want a downtown boy like you
Ain't nothing like them country boys, dirty slang
I wanna take you home, teach you some things
Don't want no pretty guy, that ain't my type
I want a downtown boy like you
Call you up, drop a deuce, have you leaning
Hit the club, throw some ones for the hoes
It's my fault, I just love it the way you keep it
Man, and everybody knows
Call you up, drop a deuce, have you leaning
Hit the club, throw some ones for the hoes
It's my fault, I just love the way you keep it
Man, and everybody knows
Ain't nothing like them country boys...
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Writer(s): Diamonds Rockie, Home Trinity Laure'ale, Zen
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