Don't call her up anymore 'Cause I don't wanna hear your voice I don't wanna see your face Answer her door Make no mistake, she's mine She's mine She only knows how I feel I only know what she's like When she needs me Oh, how she needs me Deep in the night Make no mistake, she's mine She's mine, no, she's mine Don't get too close when you dance 'Cause I don't wanna hear from my friends You were out on the town With her in your arms (Her in your arms) With her in your arms (Her in your arms) Don't include her in your dreams 'Cause I don't wanna close my eyes, no I don't wanna know where she goes Each night when she leaves Make no mistake, make no mistake She's mine, no she's mine, she's mine Don't call her up, anymore Don't call her up (Don't call her up) Anymore

Yeah she mine Hit my phone if she wanna fuck I got drugs, fuck it up (she want it) You know you bad, show me that (show, show) Bad little bih, yeah she my little bih (yeah, she mine) Yeah, she my little bih Bad lil bitch (yeah, she mine, yeah, she mine) Όταν θα πέσει, yeah Ξέρει τι θέλω χωρίς να πω λέξη Πίνει ποτά, πίνει σκέτα τσιγάρα Ακόμα κι άβαφτη είναι κουκλάρα Δες, mi amor (λες mi amor) Ανακαινίζω μαζί της το mall Όταν μπει στο μαγαζί καθηλώνει Κάνει τις άλλες να μοιάζουν ντεκόρ, yeah Το κουνάει στην πισίνα Βόλτες μες στην Αθήνα Αν πάει κάποιος να μου την πάρει Θα τον στείλω μέσα στο μνήμα Mami culo Πάνω μου κάναμε turbo (turbo) Με καβαλάει και αλλάζει ταχύτητες Σα να ανέβηκε πάνω σε duro Πίνει λευκό, πίνει σκούρο Το γυρνάει μέσα σε πούρο Σα να 'ταν απ' την Havana τ' ανάβει Είναι τόσο γλυκιά που την τρώω σαν τσούρο Hit my phone if she wanna fuck I got drugs, fuck it up (she want it) You know you bad, show me that (show, show) Bad little bih, yeah she my little bih (yeah, she mine) Yeah, she my little bih Bad lil bitch (yeah, she mine, yeah, she mine) Fuck, my new shorty, she a baddie (she a baddie) New shorty got a fetish She fell in love with the fame (yeah) She got a man, but she gon' call me when she wet I got a plan, I'mma tell you once your ready (ready) She know I'm the man when she rollin' with me She ain't worried about nothin', I got what she need Didn't finish yeah, when I gotta leave When we fuck whole sex like a trip She a vibe and I love her to death (love her) If she want it then I gotta go get it for her, yeah Hit my phone if she wanna fuck I got drugs, fuck it up (she want it) You know you bad, show me that (show, show) Bad little bih, yeah she my little bih (yeah, she mine) Yeah, she my little bih Bad lil bitch (yeah, she mine, yeah, she mine)

You stood on that bank when I got baptized Gave me a thirty, thirty when I turned nine At sixteen you caught me drinkin' out in the barn I could hear you cheerin' when we won state And you held my hand at grandma's grave And I'll always be thankful you never sold the farm Grandpa you stood so tall Chewed that Red Man, wore overalls You were the same man on Sunday mornin' as Saturday night Five foot six to the top of your hat But when you talked about the war thought you were Superman American born simple man with a southern drawl You walk the walk, you talk the talk, grandpa You still swear Roosevelt was the best That a home grown tomato tastes better than the rest And fifty years goes too fast with a woman you love Well, this life I've chose is gettin' busy now But I know where to go when I need to slow down And when I walk up on your front porch, it's just like I'm still young Grandpa you stood so tall Chewed that Red Man, wore overalls You were the same man on Sunday mornin' as Saturday night Five foot six to the top of your hat But when you talked about the war thought you were Superman American born simple man with a southern drawl You walk the walk, you talk the talk, grandpa Yeah, American born a dirt road man with that slow southern drawl Now keep walkin' the walk and talkin' the talk, grandpa

I started out with a 410 Then moved to a 20 gauge Every squirrel and rabbit in Dallas County Knew my name I sat on the stand with Paw Paw From the time I was three years old When I was eight I used a muzzle loader To kill my first doe These days I go down to Walmart And they set them in the back Some people wanna take them away Why don't you go bust them boys that's selling crack Guns, whether Remingtons or Glocks Come on, man, it ain't like I'ma slinging them on the block I'm gonna tell you once and listen, son As long as I'm alive and breathing, you won't take my guns If there ever was a time we need them I'd say it be today When we're letting them terrorists watch cable TV And walk out of Guantanamo bay I just try to do the right thing And raise my family in this land Treating me like you wanna be treated And that's what I call a man If we don't have them what do we do? Tell me where we gonna go? Somebody breaks into my house I'm gonna need my Colt 44 Guns, whether Remingtons or Glocks Come on, man, it ain't like I'ma slinging them on the block I'm gonna tell you once and listen, son As long as I'm alive and breathing, you won't take my guns Listen Guns, whether Remingtons or Glocks Come on, man, it ain't like I'm slinging them on the block I'm gonna tell you once and listen, son As long as I'm alive and breathing And I'm still breathing, you won't take my guns No, you can take them from me When you take them from my grandpa and my daddy

Rifle in a gun rack hangin' in the back glass Buck knife on my belt, ain't no land for sale, around here Red clay country mud, sippin' on a cold Bud Blue tick coon hound, you know where I'm found Out in the backwoods, down in the holler Out in the backwoods, workin' hard for a dollar In the backwoods, yeah, we get it done right Work hard, play hard, hold my baby tight Lordy have mercy, it's a real good life in the backwoods (Yes, sir) Preacher's daughter couldn't get hotter Floatin' that river on an inner tube with her, splash 35s and a lift kit, how stuck can you get? Ain't that just my luck, where's the chain? I'm stuck Out in the backwoods, down in the holler Out in the backwoods, workin' hard for a dollar In the backwoods, yeah, we get it done right Work hard, play hard, hold my baby tight Lordy have mercy, it's a real good life in the backwoods Out in the backwoods, down in the holler Out in the backwoods, workin' hard for a dollar In the backwoods, yeah, we get it done right Work hard, play hard, hold my baby tight Lordy have mercy, it's a real good life in the backwoods Out in the holler, son, out in the backwoods