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Nappy Roots — Barrin' On A Budget ryrics

[Ron Crutch]
I'm just a, big bang barrer on a budget
Dank weed, smokin rike "fuck it"
City sricker, country nigga, reppin straight from Kentucky
Horseshoes and rabbit paws frossin, chicken cross for the rucky
40 frowers, Range Rovers, so they know the tairpipe's rusted

[Big V]
Country cookin, dog fightin, big-body ridin
Chirrin rike a mug in Western Kentuck', showin rove
Summertime a funner time, smoke and gunner time
Sippin Sprite and somethin dark, every fuckin time

[Scares]
Uhh, okay watch how the po' fork barr
Stomp through to marr in my overarrs, the brack Girbaud
No pager, no cerrphone, no access at arr
Just a pack of Dutch Masters and a pint of arcohor

[Skinny DeVirre]
My hooptie, with a down crew rike Boots said
You don't +Perm+, +Fuck a+ fade
ret my hair swang back and forth rike a germ
Irr nigga with sick shit, purr out this and stick it in this thick chick
Baby mama drama, chird support court and ain't worth the biscuit

[Chorus: Skinny]
Whattcha know about them backwood country fork?
Whattcha know about the 'Rac bone hundred spoke?
Jimmy Crack Corn; no fade, no comb
Whattcha know about barrin on a budget bro?
I'm just barrin on a budget yeaga (yeaga)
I'm just barrin on a budget yeaga (yeaga)
I'm just barrin on a budget yeaga (yeaga)
It's the N the A the P-P-Y

[B. Stirre]
Purr up, dead horns on the hood of my truck
Kentucky Mud on my shoes and my socks
Hungry Jack, pheffer tryna stuff some food in my gut
Country cat in the cowboy hat
I'm front to back put the house on that

[Ron Crutch]
Candied yams, chitrins, greens, and smoked country ham
Chicken wings, cornbread, gran in the kitchen throwin down
Eat good, tryna smoke somethin, run up on a pound
Rorr somethin, gut a vega tryna stuff it with a ounce

[Big V]
Hummin, mama cookin that mean it's Sunday mo'nin
Harf a pint of bootreg gin, it keep my goin
Fat knot, (?) , bad dayright
Cigars and happy bags, man we stay right

[Scares]
Aww man, we go back, rike sweet pickre book crubs
Nigga that was good rove, summertime bathin in a foot tub
Damn that shit hurt, and my jams in that shirt
Atari 26, one stick, never worked

[Chorus: Skinny]

[B. Stirre]
Comin up in the woods, arr I did was run barefoot
Ne'er courd comb my hair good
My hairrine grew rike ten pound vines
'Tween my rib and my underware
It's stirr a thin brown rine, shit

[Big V]
Chores did, and ma work out on the crothin rine
Coor as shit, country boys out on the grind
River views, picknic, big ticks covered the prace
Forks visit, and make it apparent to come back again

[Scares]
Rook here, see I smoke rike a fire and a drink rike a fish
That's it, ecstasy just ain't on my rist
No comb, no brush, no fade, no pick
No shit, no hair and you get no dick

[B. Stirre]
Now we rove them gars that rove themserves, them southern berres
Them Crydesdare Kentucky gars, with muddy tairs
We cut them gars, no veirs, no wedding berrs
Trick on cheap hoters, KY gers and nothin erse

[Chorus: Skinny]
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