Roméo Country & Gutta song lyrics

Country n gutta mouth full of gold ice length chain

chevorlet super spokes thats how im living and i love it

(thats how im living and i love it) everyday look i

be thuggin (cause im thuggin) Country and throwed off get ya average lil star then

swicth to a star but we aint scared to go to war (g's side)

south side hustlers gold grillz and new whips and i

keep green on me like my name lil flip god's gift

dont play gotta hit below the waist dont need a bank

account a couple mil in the safe (ay)

let me chill for a min hope you keep a py-py cause

you gone need spinach got the whips alligator on the seats

gator boys thuggin couple dimes in the jeep h-o-o-b-s-t-r

cookie monster in my blood just call me j-r

oooh give me a ball and imma put it through the hoop

you shoot im gone shoot cross me i cross you raised on kool aid

and grits cornbread and cabbage im a beast on the streets

and i get it from my daddy

I take a walk outside bandanna on my pocket

(bad azz) he be wilding got them bad chicks hollin

shine up my grillz cock back my field big money and big stuntin boy

im bout that for real had 50 on my wrist way before

i made a hit orange charger so retarded

but the yellow so sick i got ghetto love from ghetto

thugs and ghetto guls yea we act a donky though ask my dawg romeo

from batton rouge where its country as hell everybody

touchin known to cause hell in the hot summer

fresh clothes fresh bowls brush my teeth 2 times a

day so i got them fresh golds im smilimg wildin at the clubs

im the truth on them beats the penetentiary they behind

it cause im keepin it street im from the gutta

when we find one meal we feed each other so you cant

knock my hustle (look)

Crank up my chevy (chevy) high its just a ticket

(oh boy) big block motor cant control it when im tippin

you can wear your platnium

(platnium) and your gold grillz homie same clothes

3 days and them guls still on me (yea)

i roll wit romeo so they treat me like a king

(king) respect it world wide batton rouge

do ya thing hit my round player tonight it going down

(down) he say he got that good me

imma bring the brown down south is where im found

(yea) we call it up town except them calls from my dawg

i cant wait til he touch down

(down) gangsta thats my round (round) disrespect it we gone clown

got sum in the car thats gone chop a hundred round

(round) boy you know im real i show love to all my people

a hundred round my neck try to touch it they gone beat

ya (beat ya) country and im gutta they thought i wouldn't

make it no matter

what they say boy we kept jiggalatin