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Katie Noel

Country Valet

 

Country Valet

(albüm: Just Gonna Send It - 2018)


Most people think it's all about who has the nicest and the newest and the most expensive. Out here we restore the old into the new because we see potential in these rusty broke down shit boxes. We don't have taxi systems and Ubers. We have cars and trucks we build
Country Valet

Wi-wide ass soaping on the quad in the cutti
Melting all these bitches like some dollar store putty
Got four trucks no title all rusty
And there ain't a thing wrong, all wheels, all dusty

Come out swinging sideways
Black marks in my driveway
Call it country valet
Country valet

Pull up with the block rocking, jumping out the engine bay
100, 000 miles, still cranks every single day
Bo Duke shit, ass in the drivers seat
Straight out of the crate like Satan drank gasoline
Tires slick, Vaseline, paint out of a magazine
Pedal to the metal, big country with a rebel scream
Tires spinning like the top I had as a kid
Now we in the woods raising hell off the grid

White smoke (White smoke)
Gasoline (Gasoline)
Pull up in a C10 with my whole team
Matte black (Yeah)
Chevrolet (Chevrolet)
Out here the only way is country valet

New York City sitting pretty, taxi system
Out here pick you up Stage 1 turbo whistling
Fire hot liquor spitting straight out of my lips, bitch
Rising up fast like a pan full of Bisquick
You look dirty, wipe the oil off your dip stick
Country rap boy, music sponsored by some lipstick fake (Woo)
Yeah, most of y'all fake
Might as well throw yourself into a pit of wild snakes
Keep your Gucci shoes, son, I don't want your sneakers
Gonna kick it 'til I die in my faded black t-shirt
No I am not sauced, people think I got no heart
When I was a kid I cut donuts on my go kart
Don't stop, won't stop, big block in a drop top
Simple Man, I'm a fan, country rap and most rock
Merle, Willie, Hank, cranking in my woods
Keep your bling-bling homeboy I'm good

Come out swinging sideways
Black marks in my driveway
Call it country valet
Country valet
Come out swinging sideways
Black marks in my driveway
Call it country valet
Country valet

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

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