I wanna country ho, I wanna country ho, I wanna country ho, I wanna country ho, I wanna
You're all to go, we're all to go But you're all to go
I want a country hoe, I want a country hoe I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't
I want a country hoe, I want a country hoe I met that bitch in Nebraska, picked her up in Alaska
Met her in Mississippi, left in Alabama Went out to Tennessee, smoked and done some cancer
My bitch is from Italy, she can't speak to France
Riding around in my big green tractor I love my Bible, love God and my pastor
I can't forget I love my wife and I love NASCAR
You * with me, then we gon' leave you with a
I left Tennessee, back to NYC
Then to North Dakota, then to Carolina
Then back to Seattle, my bitch got a cattle
Then she got a whole damn barn with a saddle
I love a country hoe, I love a country hoe
Then I'm takin' slow, pull up to my rodeo
I love a country hoe, I love a country hoe
I love a country hoe, I love a country hoe
I love a country hoe, I love a country hoe
down and take it slow, pull up to my rodeo, I love my country hoe, I love my country hoe,
we metal farmers only, that one's for one and only, now I'm never lonely, that bitch
is always on me, we will never sin, that is my best friend, she want a brand new Benz,
I got a tractor instead, I love my country hoe, and I love my pastor, and I came straight
off the slums, bitch I'm from Nebraska, now I'm smoking on this gas, I came from chewing
back up, and you know I love my Paul, he's a damn *, faded glory trucker hat with
the scatters closing, she gon' suck my * cause her damn sister told me, I don't give
a *, who the hell told you, and I got a plug, and his name's Tony, I want a country
hoe, I want a country hoe, I want a country hoe, I want a country hoe, I want a country
hoe, I want a country hoe, I want a country hoe, I don't know, I want a country hoe, I
want a country hoe.
I don't want a country hoe, I want a country hoe, I don't want a country hoe, I don't want
a country hoe, I want a country hoe, I want a country hoe.
I don't want a country hoe, I want a country hoe, I want a country hoe, I want a country
hoe I don't wanna be about that Rob first engines and I don't like to * bitch, so
damn with this bitch, this bitch, what a bitch right here, yeah.
Look at her pop by the side, that scared the hell out of her fans, that's good enough,
man, that bull ass that bad ass, man that's good enough.
My mom loves you