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Jelly Roll, Tony, Struggle and all The plugs plug, ha ha ha ha I'm the wild card they waitin' on the one your man been hatin' on You know I'm a gangster though and that's why you came along Come on let's have a drink of holler in the swoller It's that Tennessee shit, save your problems for tomorrow I love smokey bars with the neon light Just show me a honky tonk and I'ma be alright You ain't never had a man do a thing like that Rollin' stoned, baby, home is where I hang my hat I'm a southern gentleman, so I pull out your chair After that, I take you home and I pull on your hair As soon as the mornin' come, well baby I gotta run Good girls love bad guys, well baby you got you one We don't two step, no We don't turn around and do-si-do But girl if you came here for the rodeo Then grab your saddle baby here we go We don't two step, no We don't turn around and do-si-do But girl if you came here for the rodeo Then grab your saddle baby here we go Yeah I'm an outlaw but a southern gentleman SongtexteAnd that feelin' that you feelin' is adrenaline And the guy that you with, he lookin' feminine Baby need some man in her life, we can get it in Ain't my first rodeo, we can go where them other guys can't Make them sinner out of saints Turn a good girl bad but she looks so good at it I'ma be the addict, you can be my habit Got a havoc, grab your jacket and just climb up Stars lined up, let's fall in love, eyes shut Time's up, life's too short for what ifs And would'ves and could'ves and should'ves, let's go We don't two step, no We don't turn around and do-si-do But girl if you came here for the rodeo Then grab your saddle baby here we go We don't two step, no We don't turn around and do-si-do But girl if you came here for the rodeo Then grab your saddle baby here we go Now she say all the right shit, never bring up the past She know none of them other chicks can mow her grass Much less, put a stake in that motherfucker Obvious as hell that they faker than motherfucker She do the rodeo with her hands tied and her eyes closed She slick thicker than Jay Lo She kinda talks like Reba though (Reba though) Whoa, got her hidden high notes, blowing exotic dro She look like she sprinkled in pure blow Before this music shit I was out here gettin' these pounds off Now we sittin' round eatin' shrimp with the brown sauce To asked how we did it, tell 'em we outworked 'em Even when we got a little somethin' we kept workin' While you're at it tell the promoter, we gon' need Couple oz's of the best trees in your whole scene What up? let's get high Run around town in she chop lines I don't mind, I got mine Hottest in the city, baby I'm on fire Aus Songtexte Mania