Nappy Roots - Ballin' On A Budget Lyrics

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I'm just a big bang baller on a budget

Dank weed smokin' like 'fuck it'

City slicker country nigga reppin' straight from Kentucky

Horseshoes and rabbit paws flossin' chicken closs for the lucky

40 flowers Range Rovers so they know the tailpipe's rusted

Country cookin' dog fightin' big body ridin'

Chillin' like a mug in Western Kentuck' showin' love

Summertime a funner time smoke and gunner time

Sippin' Sprite and somethin' dark every fuckin' time

Uhh okay watch how the po' folk ball

Stomp through to mall in my overalls the black Girbaud

No pager no cellphone no access at all

Just a pack of Dutch Masters and a pint of alcohol

My hooptie with a down crew like Boots said

"You don't perm fuck a fade

Let my hair swing back and forth like a germ

I'll nigga with sick shit pull out this and stick it in this thick chick

Baby Mama drama child support court and ain't worth the biscuit"

What'cha know about them backwood country folk?

What'cha know about the 'Lac bone hundred spoke?

Jimmy Crack Corn no fade no comb

What'cha know about ballin' on a budget bro?

I'm just ballin' on a budget yeaga

I'm just ballin' on a budget yeaga

I'm just ballin' on a budget yeaga

It's the N the A the P P Y

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Pull up dead horns on the hood of my truck

Kentucky Mud on my shoes and my socks

Hungry Jack prefer tryin' to stuff some food in my gut

Country cat in the cowboy hat

I'm front to back put the house on that

Candied yams chitlins greens and smoked country ham

Chicken wings cornbread gran in the kitchen throwin' down

Eat good tryin' a smoke somethin' run up on a pound

Roll somethin' gut a Vega tryin' a stuff it with a ounce

Hummin' Mama cookin' that mean it's Sunday mo'nin

Half a pint of bootleg gin it keep my goin'

Fat knot [Incomprehensible] bad daylight

Cigars and happy bags man we stay right

Aww man we go back like sweet pickle book clubs

Nigga that was good love summertime bathin' in a foot tub

Damn that shit hurt and my jams in that shirt

Atari 26 one stick never worked

What'cha know about them backwood country folk?

What'cha know about the 'Lac bone hundred spoke?

Jimmy Crack Corn no fade no comb

What'cha know about ballin' on a budget bro?

I'm just ballin' on a budget yeaga

I'm just ballin' on a budget yeaga

I'm just ballin' on a budget yeaga

It's the N the A the P P Y

Comin' up in the woods all I did was run barefoot

Ne'er could comb my hair good

My hairline grew like ten pound vines

'Tween my rib and my underwear

It's still a thin brown line shit

Chores did and Ma work out on the clothin' line

Cool as shit country boys out on the grind

River views picnic big ticks covered the place

Folks visit and make it apparent to come back again

Look here see I smoke like a fire and I drink like a fish

That's it Ecstasy just ain't on my list

No comb no brush no fade no pick

No shit no hair and you get no dick

Now we love them gals that love themselves them southern belles

Them Clydesdale Kentucky gals with muddy tails

We cut them gals no veils no wedding bells

Trick on cheap hotels KY gels and nothin' else

What'cha know about them backwood country folk?

What'cha know about the 'Lac bone hundred spoke?

Jimmy Crack Corn no fade no comb

What'cha know about ballin' on a budget bro?

I'm just ballin' on a budget yeaga

I'm just ballin' on a budget yeaga

I'm just ballin' on a budget yeaga

It's the N the A the P P Y

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