Uncle Earl Lyrics

Country boy I like country girls, but still a fuck a city girl

Hitting her from the back, got her sweatin' out them pretty curls

My dawg popped a perc and went to throwin' up, call Uncle Earl

I just threw one back too but I'm livin' in another world

I don't get mad when they bite the lingo I just use other words

They tryin' to track me down, but nah, I ain't got no monitor

I ain't have no daddy, wasn't no family, I had momma first

Shonna told me get them commas first, that would make them bitches flirt

Told them that they gotta feel my pain, make them bitches hurt

Fresh as fuck, clean stick, but I'm full of dirt

Don't be fillin' his head up if you don't want his people to fill the church

Fell in love with that country shit, ha, she like say it again

Told her I'll be back, next time I'm here, bae just have a friend

Should've been more niggas built like me, I wish I had a twin

If a nigga played with any one of us, I bet he ain't play again

Eyes open, barely lookin' like I aint american

I mistake her for a horse, lil baby built just like a stallion

I'll tear up Megan thee stallion

Eat that, while it's clapping

You think you a beast off in them sheets

Imma show you who really nasty, yeaa

Country boy I like country girls, but still a fuck a city girl

Hitting her from the back, got her sweatin' out them pretty curls

My dawg popped a perc and went to throwing up, call Uncle Earl

I just threw one back too, but I'm livin' in another world

I Don't get mad when they bite the lingo, I just use the words

They tryin' to track me down, but nah, I ain't got no monitor

I ain't have no daddy, wasn't family, I had momma first

Shonna told me get them commas first, thats what make them bitches flirt

Hit the block, I got some work, got it up up off the turf

Got it up up off the land,

Migos, contraband, contraband

You from the trench, you understand, only real gone comprehend

I'm back throwing it in the shoebox, savin' money, come in hand

Can't hear your sorry, come again, I'm too busy with these bands

Turnin' up at shows,whoa, I'm too busy with my fans

Yeah, you might not understand, he tarded just like some his kin

They done let me get the upper hand, I'm right-handed, but I still pop that stick

With my other hand,

Love shit really hurt a nigga,

Make me don't wanna love again

Free my dawgs out that cage, can't wait till we thug again

Bubbling off that bubba, ya

Young niggas keep hustlin' when you getting commas can't trust a friend

Country boy, I like country girls, but still a fuck a city girl

Hitting her from the back, got her sweatin' out them pretty curls

My dawg popped a perc and went to throwing up, call Uncle Earl

I just threw one back too, but I'm livin' in another world

I Don't get mad when they bite the lingo, I just use other words

They tryna track me down but nah, I ain't got no monitor

I ain't have no daddy, wasn't no family, I had momma first

Shonna told me get them commas first that's what make them bitches flirt