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Ain't no party like a trailer park party 'cause the trailer park party don't stop Ain't no money like food stamp money 'cause the check money's for a sack of pot Ain't no country like Tennessee country, but the 'Bama boys got it on lock Ain't nobody like Billy, nobody boy, Billy got the big bass drop, come on Got a blue windbreaker on Walmart Deep pockets, buddy, I'ma need a tall cart Fishnet on a leg lamp shade Turn the lights on, now that's what I call art From the gutter like the bottom of a long fall Move to my own beat like the song's off Gettin' busy like I'm dialin' up the wrong call Heels on the damn toes for the long walks Story like I'm Rod Corey 'cause I get stoned Got 'em drawin' up a blank as I get gone Catfish Billy, yeah, I got a sick tone And he's in the laboratory with a brick phone Got the ball I'ma run it like the burnt part Throwing up the number three 'cause I Earhardt At the bar sideways tryna learn darts Whole family of slums in this bitch rollin' deep boy Yeah, they like Oh no, some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight Oh no, it's some bad bitches in the house tonight Letras de cancionesOpie Taylor got the streets going Mayberry Been rapping with the best and it ain't scary Signed a couple MCs and I did it with Purple teeth from the wine like I ate berries Drinkin' 40 oz Schlitz in a bubble bath Eighteen wheels down like a bus pass Drop a tour halfway like George Jones Rough kiss goodbye like a mustache She was shakin' in line, made her pass out Must've weighed about at least two hundred fifty pounds Laid up on the ground down with her ass out Never met her but we call her big crack house That's rich like Milo Sweet Tea Line around the block for the Creek meet and greet Two hot potatoes and a steak I'ma make it three Whole family of slums in this bitch rollin' deep boy Yeah, they like Oh no, some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight Oh no, it's some bad bitches in the house tonight Roll Tide on the numbers like a quarterback Bandana tied on a big brim hat Hit the cycle with the Harley sittin' in the grass My uncle told me "Break a leg" and I limp back Came into the game and I made a big fuss Low glow with the gold chain, big buck Single wide with the match stick dry eye Throw the flame like a propane lit up Back to work on time, never one to win Got the 808 knock like I'm comin' in Blowin' through the notebook like a summer wind Rollin' up with Ouncezilla and my cousin Nin Mama smiled and said "Boy, you know you ain't shit" But see, where I come from, that's a compliment 'Cause baby boy got sauce like condiments Whole family of slums in this bitch rollin' deep boy and they like Ain't no party like a trailer park party 'cause the trailer park party don't stop Ain't nobody like Billy, nobody boy, Billy got the big bass drop Oh no, some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight Oh no, it's some bad bitches in the house tonight Oh no, some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight Oh no, it's some bad bitches in the house tonight From Letras Mania