Ima take my horse a old back road
Somewhere the police do not patrol
My clothes is filled with the mud in the hole
Cigarettes and bud light keep me in control
Riding in ford
Something you can't afford
Cheated on my girl
She turned into a whore
Rangler on my Jeans
Each hole got a meaning
Copenhagen dreaming
This bud got me leaning
These groupies kinda choosey
So no dinner and a movie
I just want her to do me
Long wallet on my booty
I call my dawg scooby
Yeager bombs woozy
In the woods with a tooly
And I ain't afraid to use it
Run up on me ima shoot it
Young Bopete - Old Town Road Lyrics
Young Bopete - Old Town Road Lyrics
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Ima take my horse a old back road
Somewhere the police do not patrol
My clothes is filled with the mud in the hole
Cigarettes and bud light keep me in control
Riding in ford
Something you can't afford
Cheated on my girl
She turned into a whore
Rangler on my Jeans
Each hole got a meaning
Copenhagen dreaming
This bud got me leaning
These groupies kinda choosey
So no dinner and a movie
I just want her to do me
Long wallet on my booty
I call my dawg scooby
Yeager bombs woozy
In the woods with a tooly
And I ain't afraid to use it
Run up on me ima shoot it
Somewhere the police do not patrol
My clothes is filled with the mud in the hole
Cigarettes and bud light keep me in control
Riding in ford
Something you can't afford
Cheated on my girl
She turned into a whore
Rangler on my Jeans
Each hole got a meaning
Copenhagen dreaming
This bud got me leaning
These groupies kinda choosey
So no dinner and a movie
I just want her to do me
Long wallet on my booty
I call my dawg scooby
Yeager bombs woozy
In the woods with a tooly
And I ain't afraid to use it
Run up on me ima shoot it
Writer: Alex Peterson
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