Old Town Road - UnoTheActivist

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Yeah, mmm-mmm-mmm

Yes sir, mmm

(Uno, I killed it)

You always seemed to have trouble being honest

If you lie to me, that be your last moment

You want me to tell the truth?

You prolly won’t see the mornin'

Your hoe ride me like a horse, ride me like I’m stolen

She know I will pop like a pimple

I’m drippin' in somethin' expensive

They know that I’m keepin' that tool wit me

I’m drawing down just like a pencil

I mean, drop down, you see the utensils

I used to take a body and dismantle

That boy want no smoke, no cancer

Red dot his nose, no Prancer

Them bullets making 'em dance, no Lance

Before the show I need me an advance

She love the necklace, it came from a clam

That nigga hatin', who is your mans?

Break down the pound and sell it in the can

Chop down your partner, take over the land

He making some sounds, don’t know what he sayin'

The engine too loud in this fuckin' McLaren

Hey, yeah, badass kid but I had a good parent

Hmm, hmm, badass lil' nigga but that shit is apparent

Ooh, one thing about it, I run this shit like errands

And I don’t know her name, give her a nickname, call her «Bae»

And I got dreads, no comb, but I just caught a wave

And I got two bad bitches on the way

Yessir, keep that heat like I’m D. Wade

Yeah, Dior on my body get me laid

Yeah, murderin' these beats, it get me paid

She wanna have sex on the beach, broad day

Yeah, flashy diamonds like I belong on Broadway

Promise you, I never will lead you astray

Mmm, they want me to lead the way

I got horses in the back of Bugattis

I got horses in the back of Ducatis

And the Porsches got a lot of horsepower

Yeah, first you get that money, then you get that power

I am well connected, you still trying to dial up

First of all, who the fuck you trying to dial up?

Second of all, you all will get smoked like Chris Tucker

Leave yo' ass like studs, leave yo' ass nip tucked

Leave yo' ass like bugs, leave yo' ass caught up

Leave you in the trunk of that Ford F1

Hope I make yo' momma proud, this gift I left for her

You always seemed to have trouble being honest

If you lie to me, that be your last moment

You want me to tell the truth?

You prolly won’t see the mornin'

Your hoe ride me like a horse, ride me like I’m stolen