The Hillbillies Lyrics – Terreyl Fields
Singer: Terreyl Fields
Title: The Hillbillies
Why the f#ck are we here?
You know a n#gg# here cause he a superstar
Bruh i’m
That silence, i was staring into the future
Looking at this mixtape
I wanna give y’all the name so bad it’s coming
Freestyle, hillbilly b#tch
God let me live with a rich man
Back out, f#ck a wristband
10 hour flight , jet lagged still wanna f#ck when i land
Low cities to highlands
1’s on 1’s with my man
We can argue all day long as we doing it on a island
Heard my songs, he a t fan
Now he singing to me and
I’m blushing like beyoncé at the columbia meeting
Everything i’m cooking, seems heavily seasoned
n#gg#s still sneak dissing and being snеaky bout the reason
Taking me to carbonе
Dinner date with no phones
No attention to no shones
Shones got u divorced now
Hitting hoes with my stroke “pow”
After that, gotta roll loud and think about how i went to pound town
They call me the slim sl#t
Big dick with nice butt
Model b#tch, got nice stuff
Solo team, i done made made cuts
White voice when i say “shucks”
But slapping sh#t when i call bluff
“b#tch you just got knocked tf out!”
We gone f#ck up the world
Excuse me is that your girl?
Didn’t mean to posses your girl
You know i’m a lady’s man, man i’m even into girls, annihilate when i’m stepping though
Biggest boss, who the f#ck are you?
Farthest toss, don’t repeat my moves
If you do, leave you black and blue
Or you could be left for dead
Send the hit, now you left as shreds
While i’m at mi casa, getting brain from the biggest head
Double numbers on bookie bets
You tryna show us something
But all i see is that nothings left
Nothings left!
Brought in the silence cause you know a b#tch still can’t hear you
If we talking money talking bands, better tell ‘em that i i steer blues
Fresh b#tch on the set, no stylist, i don’t let jimmy choose
Let me just be a dapper dan and lace up my gucci boots but it’s a fight so lace lace lace up my tenis shoes, when i drop is a jab to all these rap n#gg#s they pitiful, thought you the coldest but that book you in it’s so fictional
I’m this weeks box office highest selling movie
Action – adventure type b#tch, n#gg# you see i’m groovy
Sending shots all up in this b#tch and we ain’t talkings tooleys
Drunk b#tch and i’m never moody
Dancing like i’m sedrecka moody
Throwing one’s up on that booty
Eating n#gg#s i am the foodie
Eating n#gg#s daily and truly
Rap n#gg#s i see i’m chewing
Bolting in the whip yeah i’m screwing
Drifting sh#t, we do daring doings
b#tches sitting ain’t even doing
Follow me so you can get to it
Mclaren myles you in a buick
Narcissist who you think you fooling
Smartest man, i am rick ruben
Smartest man, i am rick ruben
All you b#tches really just choosing
Me cause i am just chosen
Never ever ever needed a potion
Baby i’m the magic
n#gg#s can’t stand it
We gone f#ck up the world
Excuse me is that your girl?
Didn’t mean to posses your girl
You know i’m a lady’s man, man i’m even into girls, annihilate when i’m stepping though
Biggest boss, who the f#ck are you?
Farthest toss, don’t repeat my moves
If you do, leave you black and blue
Or you could be left for dead
Send the hit, now you left as shreds
While i’m at mi casa, getting brain from the biggest head
Double numbers on bookie bets
You tryna show us something
But all i see is that nothings left
Nothings left!
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