Rodeo

[Intro: Jelly Roll]

Jelly Roll, Tony, Struggle and all

The plugs plug, ha ha ha ha

[Verse 1: Jelly Roll]

I'm the wild card they waitin' on the one your man been hatin' on

You know I'm a gangster though and that's why you came along

Come on let's have a drink of holler in the swoller

It's that Tennessee shit, save your problems for tomorrow

I love smokey bars with the neon light

Just show me a honky tonk and I'ma be alright

You ain't never had a man do a thing like that

Rollin' stoned, baby, home is where I hang my hat

I'm a southern gentleman, so I pull out your chair

After that, I take you home and I pull on your hair

As soon as the mornin' come, well baby I gotta run

Good girls love bad guys, well baby you got you one

[Chorus: Jelly Roll]

We don't two step, no

We don't turn around and do-si-do

But girl if you came here for the rodeo

Then grab your saddle baby here we go

We don't two step, no

We don't turn around and do-si-do

But girl if you came here for the rodeo

Then grab your saddle baby here we go

[Verse 2: Struggle Jennings]

Yeah I'm an outlaw but a southern gentleman

And that feelin' that you feelin' is adrenaline

And the guy that you with, he lookin' feminine

Baby need some man in her life, we can get it in

Ain't my first rodeo, we can go where them other guys can't

Make them sinner out of saints

Turn a good girl bad but she looks so good at it

I'ma be the addict, you can be my habit

Got a havoc, grab your jacket and just climb up

Stars lined up, let's fall in love, eyes shut

Time's up, life's too short for what ifs

And would'ves and could'ves and should'ves, let's go

[Chorus: Jelly Roll]

We don't two step, no

We don't turn around and do-si-do

But girl if you came here for the rodeo

Then grab your saddle baby here we go

We don't two step, no

We don't turn around and do-si-do

But girl if you came here for the rodeo

Then grab your saddle baby here we go

[Verse 3: Alexander King]

Now she say all the right shit, never bring up the past

She know none of them other chicks can mow her grass

Much less, put a stake in that motherfucker

Obvious as hell that they faker than motherfucker

She do the rodeo with her hands tied and her eyes closed

She slick thicker than Jay Lo

She kinda talks like Reba though (Reba though)

Whoa, got her hitting high notes, blowing exotic dro

She look like she sprinkled in pure blow

Before this music shit I was out here gettin' these pounds off

Now we sittin' round eatin' shrimp with the brown sauce

They asked how we did it, tell 'em we outworked 'em

Even when we got a little somethin' we kept workin'

While you're at it tell the promoter, we gon' need

Couple oz's of the best trees in your whole scene

[Outro: Jelly Roll]

Wanna roll up? let's get high

Run around town in she chop lines

I don't mind, I got mine

Hottest in the city, baby I'm on fire