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Florida Georgia Line – I Love My Country

(Woo-ooh-ooh)
Yeah, baby
Out here ain’t nothing but woods and water
Drop a deer from a stand, catch a fish with a bobber
Drink a beer out the can, liquor out the bottle
How the good Lord intended it, yes he did
I love my country, I love my country
Six strings and fiddles, whiskey from Kentucky
We keep it funky, we like how it sounds
Monday to Sunday, yeah, I love my country
I’m loud and proud, rolling into town
Hanging out the window, like a blue tick hound
Ain’t sorry, ain’t nothing to be sorry about
I love my country and I love my country
Up loud
(Woo-ooh-ooh)
Barbecue, steak fries
Styrofoam plate date night
George Strait singing greats while
We turning up, sitting lake-side
That pedal steel, she straight sliding
Over here, to me she do that
Alabama shake, like you ain’t ever seen
I love my country, I love my country
Six strings and fiddles, whiskey from Kentucky
We keep it funky, we like how it sounds
Monday to Sunday, yeah, I love my country
I’m loud and proud, rolling into town
Hanging out the window, like a blue tick hound
Ain’t sorry, ain’t nothing to be sorry about
I love my country, and I love my country
Up loud
(Woo-ooh-ooh)
I love my country up loud
I’m talking way up loud
I like pop, and rock, and rap, I like Skynyrd
And going out downtown when I’m with her
Like driving too fast down a 4-lane road
But damn sure nowhere close to the way that
I love my country, I love my country
Six strings and fiddles, whiskey from Kentucky
We keep it funky, we like how it sounds
Monday to Sunday, yeah, I love my country
I’m loud and proud, rolling into town
Hanging out the window, like a blue tick hound
Ain’t sorry, ain’t nothing to be sorry about
I love my country, and I love my country
Up loud
Yeah, baby
(Woo-ooh-ooh)
I love my country up loud
Yeah, way up loud
That’s a country-ass lick right there, boy

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Lil Wayne – HYFR (Hell Ya Fucking Right) (feat. Drake)

All my exes live in Texas like I’m George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where
Tuition is handled by some random nigga that live in Atlanta
That she only see when she feels obligated
Admitted it to me the first time we dated
But she was no angel, and we never waited
I took her for sushi, she wanted to fuck
So we took it to go, told them don’t even plate it
And we never talk too much after I blew up
Just only ‘hello’ or ‘happy belated’
And I think I text her and told her I made it
And that’s when she text me and told me she prayed it
And that’s when I text her and told her I love it
And right after texting, told her I’m faded
She asked
What have I learned since getting richer
I learned working with the negatives could make for better pictures
I learned Hennessey and enemies is one hell of a mixture
Even though it’s fucked up, girl, I’m still fucking wit ya
Damn, is it the fall
Time for me to revisit the past
It’s women to call
There’s albums to drop, there’s liquor involved
There’s stories to tell, we been through it all
Interviews are like confessions
Get the fuck up out my dressing room, confusing me with questions
Like

Do you love this shit?
Are you high right now?
Do you ever get nervous?
Are you single?
I heard you fucked your girl, is it true?
You getting money? You think them niggas you with is wit’ you?
And I say

Hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuckin’ right
Fuckin’ right, all right
(And we say) Hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuckin’ right
Fuckin’ right, all right

So much for being optimistic
They say love is in the air, so I
Hold my breath until my face turn purple
Keep a few bad bitches in my circle
My nuts hang like ain’t no curfew
Bitch if you wave, then I will surf you
I flew jet, she flew commercial
But we still met, later that night
After my session, she came over
I was aggressive, and she was sober
I gave her pills
She started confessing and started undressing
And ask me to hold her
And so I did, but that was last month
And now she’s texting me, asking for closure
Damn
She say this shit gon’ catch up to me
I keep tissue paper
We eat each other whenever we at the dinner table
She say she hate that she love me
And she wish I was average
Shit, sometimes I wish the same
And I wish she wasn’t married
Promises, I hope I never break ’em
Met a female dragon, had a fire conversation but
Interviews are like confessions
Get the fuck up out my bedroom confusing me with questions like

Do you love this shit?
Are you high right now?
Do you ever get nervous?
Are you single?
I heard you fucked your girl, is it true?
You getting money? You think them niggas you with is wit’ you?

Hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuckin’ right
Fuckin right, all right
(And we say) Hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuckin’ right
Damn right, all right

Hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuckin’ right
Fuckin’ right, all right
(And we say) Hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuckin’ right
Damn right, all right
Aw Yeah