They Don't Want It
Yeah, they don't want it, want it
They don't want it now
They don't want it, want it
They don't want it now
Here's that white boy once again
Don't give a fuck again, we bounce around
Both my middle fingers up again
Like (f-f-fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Man, I'm on that silly shit
Only spit the real shit, that's why these people feelin' it
Pull up to the (R), pop up (R)
Going (hard), hick country without the (R)
Drink that Moonshine out the (jar)
And I put that on my mammy, I'm all the way with the shit
Backroads selling bowls this is just the way I live (uh-huh)
This is just the way it is
Welcome to the other side, down south, Tennessee
Everything is southern pride (Fat Man Jones)
'Cause you wonder who the fucking mouth
Way before I rolled around, I was selling fluffy lounge
Who want it? (Now)
Who want it? (Now)
Who want it? (Now)
(They don't really want it, come on)
Who want it? (Now)
Who want it? (Now)
Who want it? (Now)
(I know they don't really want it, come on)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
(I know they don't really want it, come on)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
(I know they don't really want it, come on) (fuck 'em)
Mr. Tennessee pimpin'
That South Side certified riding with different women
Harlem, my cars tinted, so the Police can't see
Man, that shit ain't tinted it's just foggy from the weed
I been blowin', I been smokin', I been ridin' all around
I been still getting money, put it down for the town
Yeah, it's Cashville, but they love me on the East Coast
Love me in the Midwest, they say I'm a beast mode
All these killers 'round me, every one I know is rowdy
Ridin' 'round Davison Country with the whole car cloudy
Hey, we ain't got no budget bitch, we did it without a deal (for real)
You ain't talkin' money, well, get the fuck up out of here
Who want it? (Now)
Who want it? (Now)
Who want it? (Now)
(They don't really want it, come on)
Who want it? (Now)
Who want it? (Now)
Who want it? (Now)
(I know they don't really want it, come on)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
(I know they don't really want it, come on)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
(I know they don't really want it, come on)
Tennessee pimpin'
Ten-Ten-Tennessee pimpin'
Tennessee pimpin'
(Ten-ten-) Ten-Tennessee pimpin'
Man, I'm on that silly shit
Tennessee pimpin'
Man, I'm on that silly shit (Ten-)
Tennessee pimpin'
Man-man, man, I'm on that silly shit
Who want it? (Now)
Who want it? (Now)
Who want it? (Now)
(They don't really want it, come on)
Who want it? (Now)
Who want it? (Now)
Who want it? (Now)
(I know they don't really want it, come on)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
(I know they don't really want it, come on)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
(I know they don't really want it, come on) (fuck 'em)
Tennessee pimpin'
Man, I'm on this silly shit
Tennessee pimpin'
Man, man, I'm on (Ten-ten) this silly shit
Tennessee pimpin'
Man, I'm on this silly shit
They don't want it now
They don't want it, want it
They don't want it now
Here's that white boy once again
Don't give a fuck again, we bounce around
Both my middle fingers up again
Like (f-f-fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Man, I'm on that silly shit
Only spit the real shit, that's why these people feelin' it
Pull up to the (R), pop up (R)
Going (hard), hick country without the (R)
Drink that Moonshine out the (jar)
And I put that on my mammy, I'm all the way with the shit
Backroads selling bowls this is just the way I live (uh-huh)
This is just the way it is
Welcome to the other side, down south, Tennessee
Everything is southern pride (Fat Man Jones)
'Cause you wonder who the fucking mouth
Way before I rolled around, I was selling fluffy lounge
Who want it? (Now)
Who want it? (Now)
Who want it? (Now)
(They don't really want it, come on)
Who want it? (Now)
Who want it? (Now)
Who want it? (Now)
(I know they don't really want it, come on)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
(I know they don't really want it, come on)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
(I know they don't really want it, come on) (fuck 'em)
Mr. Tennessee pimpin'
That South Side certified riding with different women
Harlem, my cars tinted, so the Police can't see
Man, that shit ain't tinted it's just foggy from the weed
I been blowin', I been smokin', I been ridin' all around
I been still getting money, put it down for the town
Yeah, it's Cashville, but they love me on the East Coast
Love me in the Midwest, they say I'm a beast mode
All these killers 'round me, every one I know is rowdy
Ridin' 'round Davison Country with the whole car cloudy
Hey, we ain't got no budget bitch, we did it without a deal (for real)
You ain't talkin' money, well, get the fuck up out of here
Who want it? (Now)
Who want it? (Now)
Who want it? (Now)
(They don't really want it, come on)
Who want it? (Now)
Who want it? (Now)
Who want it? (Now)
(I know they don't really want it, come on)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
(I know they don't really want it, come on)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
(I know they don't really want it, come on)
Tennessee pimpin'
Ten-Ten-Tennessee pimpin'
Tennessee pimpin'
(Ten-ten-) Ten-Tennessee pimpin'
Man, I'm on that silly shit
Tennessee pimpin'
Man, I'm on that silly shit (Ten-)
Tennessee pimpin'
Man-man, man, I'm on that silly shit
Who want it? (Now)
Who want it? (Now)
Who want it? (Now)
(They don't really want it, come on)
Who want it? (Now)
Who want it? (Now)
Who want it? (Now)
(I know they don't really want it, come on)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
(I know they don't really want it, come on)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
Who want it? (Fuck 'em)
(I know they don't really want it, come on) (fuck 'em)
Tennessee pimpin'
Man, I'm on this silly shit
Tennessee pimpin'
Man, man, I'm on (Ten-ten) this silly shit
Tennessee pimpin'
Man, I'm on this silly shit
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