all the things that they make you say
and all of the love that you hide away
I'll pick you up and it will be all right
I'll pick you up and it will be tonight
she rode a horse into my head
she won't discipline the children
and now they're running wild on the beach
I got more bass than a little bit
game don't quit, my clique got a gang of them chips
and it don't stop, cause a brother went pop
and I got a couple knots in my sock
one dough, one glock
why does she have to be a horse shooter?
it's the middle of the night and you're here
playing dominoes and drinking beer
I tried to think of something deep to say
but my well is dripping dry today, hey
I'm having a good time at the nightclub here
in New York City where all my friends and I
are having our disco
I've got these feelings of inadequacy,
cause you keep saying that he's better than me,
but would he write you a sad country song.
he might write you a love sonnet
why does she have to be a horse shooter?
these are sad days for me, cause your new man has got me down,
and I can't help but think about you when I walk around this town.
I gave you my best and you took it all; I bought you rocks but you just built a wall;
and all that I have found is that there's no tearing them down
and I got me a cutie, buckin this 1992 Goolie
will I come booty, who me
I thought you knew me
you come to the Boulevard newly
take a look at this truck, got 'em sittin on stuck
drop down to the ground, with them big sounds
four twelves in the back, 'til the windshield cracks
why does she have to be a horse shooter?
like that, with a fat bass track
and I love my horse, he try to ignore me
scratch my back and you'll force me to dump
dump, dump, dump, put 'em on stunt
and drive my horse into the sun
biddy-boo-biddy-boo-biddy-boo
she's bad because why does she have to kill horses?
why does she when they didn't do anything wrong?
why does she have to be a horse shooter?
why does she have to be a horse shooter?
why does she have to be a horse shooter?
why does she have to be a horse shooter?
all the things that they make you say
and all of the love that you hide away
I'll pick you up and it will be all right
I'll pick you up and it will be tonight
she rode a horse into my head
she won't discipline the children
and now they're running wild on the beach
I got more bass than a little bit
game don't quit, my clique got a gang of them chips
and it don't stop, cause a brother went pop
and I got a couple knots in my sock
one dough, one glock
why does she have to be a horse shooter?
I gotta get an Impala, pina colada
white cause the gold one's nada
get the coke white seats, fill 'em up with heat
six three with the bows on feet
peanut butter top to match the guts
droppin that butt, got 'em all sayin "what!"
yellow back with a profile, what's up now
gotta give me ten points on style
and the paint ain't trippin, drippin
look at this dippin, never caught slippin or missin
and in case you was doubtin my pimpin (what up fool)
my kitten, got the pearl white scopes to match my paint coat
why does she have to be a horse shooter?
Giddy up, here we go
Back to the Boulevard, rush with the horse to the test
I'ma park this next to the best
And flex like I'm poster, rollin this roaster
Hoein this holster, closer
Cause I'ma boaster, roaster, red light toaster
No remorse when I buck this horse
take a look at this truck, got 'em sittin on stuck
drop down to the ground, with them big sounds
four twelves in the back, 'til the windshield cracks
why does she have to be a horse shooter?
like that, with a fat bass track
and I love my horse, he try to ignore me
scratch my back and you'll force me to dump
dump, dump, dump, put 'em on stunt
and drive my horse into the sun
biddy-boo-biddy-boo-biddy-boo
she's bad because why does she have to kill horses?
why does she when they didn't do anything wrong?
why does she have to be a horse shooter?
why does she have to be a horse shooter?
why does she have to be a horse shooter?
why does she have to be a horse shooter?
all the things that they make you say
and all of the love that you hide away
I'll pick you up and it will be all right
I'll pick you up and it will be tonight
she rode a horse into my head
she won't discipline the children
and now they're running wild on the beach
I got more bass than a little bit
game don't quit, my clique got a gang of them chips
and it don't stop, cause a brother went pop
and I got a couple knots in my sock
one dough, one glock
why does she have to be a horse shooter?