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Song Our America - Big, Rich, Cowboy Troy, Gretchen Wilson. We, the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect Union. I have a dream, a dream that one day. We hold these truths to
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song. So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country. Let me get a big 'Hell yeah' from the redneck girls like me, hell yeah Victoria's Secret, well their stuffs real nice. Oh, but I can buy
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. Everybody ought to be exactly who they want to be But that Paris Hilton gets under my skin. With her big fake smile and her painted on tan. She'll never have a chance at a real man Ain't you glad we ain't
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Some girls are lookin for a Wall Street man. With lots of green in the bank. Gotta find a feller with a red wine cellar. And a big black Escalade One of them dudes that don't cuss or chew. Don't
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weekend. And that brand new Silverado will be mine In the evening when youre feeling sleepy. Well, Ill tuck you in and pat you on your head. And Ill be right down the hall if you should need me. Big
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a boy at the end of the bar. Guess I mighta musta gone a little too far 'Cause a big old girl walked outta the blue. 10 foot 2 with a bad attitude. Stepped right up and knocked out my tooth. I
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channel, real life soprano. Got the coke the dope, bitches, guns and ammo. I will lurk ya bitch to get filthy rich. I'm big money heavyweight See I hold my hood down with that gun play. Around the way
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the other side. I wanna know the danger of a kiss at midnight. Ride, cowboy, ride So you want to be a cowboy. Ride, ride, ride. You wanna be a big shot. Baby, come on. Ride, ride, ride
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Well, you're a real hot cookie with your new hairdo. Your high heel boots and your credit card. Long legs and a mini skirt. Yeah, you know what works and you work it hard You smile like such a lady
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the O (I'm finally rich!). Me and you ain't the same. All these niggas follow my campaign. And all these bitches knowing my name (bitch I'm finally rich) I be flexing with my big bros Reese Money
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I'm rich. I'm rich. I'm rich. Diamonds on by body, rich. Smelling like versace, rich. Drizzy and Beyonce, rich. I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich
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I've been pouring whiskey on your memory. I cant seem to drown this hurt inside. Bottom of the bottle leaves me empty. I need something strong to ease my mind I need a pain killer. Just one night