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Boss Of Tha Stix Lyrics - Artist : BIG SMO
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Ay yo Sneed You know I was thinking about running for mayor out here You know I'd do it (Hey!) I'm the king of the country, the boss of the Stix I came up like biscuits from scratch in the mix I'm a mid Ten hustler with a true south swagger Hillbilly balling, counting money on my tractor With my John Deere fiddy cap made in the shade And my throwback bravo boots stomping your way Got the game rap tight like some square bale hay I can pull 'em fresh hit the block and get paid I own 32 acres of a dream come true Bout a 100 head of cattle and a fishing hole too Shit, I ain't hard to find, I be doing what I do Out push hogging fields smoking on that berry blue Living my life like an old dirt road Sipping poke-brown out the jug, keep me ice cold I'm a small town boy with some big city dreams Let me drop a little something just to show you what I mean I'm the king of the country, the boss of the Stix Boss, boss of the Stix, boss, boss of the Stix I'm the king of the country, king of, king of the country King of, king of the country, boss, boss of the Stix I'm the king of the country, the boss of the Stix Boss, boss of the Stix, boss, boss of the Stix I'm the king of the country, boss, boss of the Stix I came up like biscuits from scratch in the mix (Tell 'em Sneed) I'm drinking shine, berry kush, let the lighters spark It's Mr. Sneed, keep 'em bouncing in they trailer parks That white boy has switched the game up the south part I'm representing for them hard heads and outlaws We're John Deere drivers, we sticky green pickers We running from the smokeys and they ain't gon' catch us So I'ma keep it moving and get her done right For my good ol' boys on their porches with them Bud Lights Six shooters, two shots when he stepped to me I shot the sheriff but I didn't shoot the deputy I'm getting money buddy but y'all can stay broke My Ford pickup got more horses than a stage coach From the stix, tell ya what, put the bricks up Talking loud'll get you dumped off in that pickup This Tennessee sun ain't got my ass melting Plus I called up Big Smo 'cause he smoke like Willie [?] I'm the king of the country, the boss of the Stix Boss, boss of the Stix, boss, boss of the Stix I'm the king of the country, king of, king of the country King of, king of the country, boss, boss of the Stix I'm the king of the country, the boss of the Stix Boss, boss of the Stix, boss, boss of the Stix I'm the king of the country, boss, boss of the Stix I came up like biscuits from scratch in the mix Ay yo Sneed, let me slide through with my F100 Sipping on poke-brown, smoking on something Sneaky as a hundred [?] smelling like [?] I'm going off that green and buzzed off that wine It's just another day in this country boy's life Hit the farm in the morning, get it popping at night From the stix to the bricks, from the green to the white I can bout guarantee ya we can get your mind right Hey yo Smo, pass the jug, boy, pass around the cup We smoking on the sticky, now we fishing on the pond Speak another [?] did I tell you that I got 'em Concrete boots ain't throw no fish on the bottom We don't pick up driving shotgun [?] motherfuckers We treat you like iPhone, you talking we gon' touch you Them real ratty boys, huh, we up to no good We the realest in the game from the hood to the woods Yeah, they know who the boss is |
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