Guitar Strings

Jamie Ray

Ainda não temos a cifra desta música.

(Jake Angel on the track)

I'm in the back of the bar, strummin' this guitar (oh, oh, oh, oh)
And you know what's behind these strings (you know, you know)
Yeah, I'm the Fender-pluckin' plug, pills, yeena, and the bud
Come and tell me what you need
Oh, I got it (oh, I got it)
And when this guitar stops strummin'
You know that's money in my motherfuckin' pocket, uh-huh (uh)
So let me know if you wanna go (yeet)
Behind these guitar strings (uh-huh)

Too drunk? I got somethin' to fix that, yeena
Have ya ass turnt up, ain't no Tina
Drug dealin' cowboy, feed them fienders
How you think my wrist on Aquafina?
Might pull up in a big-ass dually
Might pull up in a Porsche two-seater
Party girl said she want that Molly
Hippie dude said he want that reefer
It don't really matter, money's money
Serve on Saturday, church on Sunday
That guitar in the bar, they love me (oh)
Big ol' money, pockets chunky (mm)
Say you slump that white girls somethin'
Just one bump, yo' head is bumpin' (mmm, hmm)
This shit will have a white boy Dunkin'
Might just jump over Tim Dunkin (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Come look behind these guitar strings (yeah, yeah, woah)
Behind these guitar strings, mm (yeah, yeah, woah, yeet)

Hey, Jamie Ray (what's up, dog?)
Come here, man, have a seat (alright, alright, cool)
Pop a squat (what the fuck that mean?)
See, this country trap thing you got goin' on, I mean (what's wrong with it? What's up?)
It's cool and all, but it's just a little bit out there like (what you mean, bro?)
Left field if you know what I mean (nah, I, I don't know what you mean)
Like, I, I don't know if we can continue this (fuck are you talkin' about, bro?)
Hold on, man, calm down (nah, bro)
I don't want no motherfuckin' smoke (yeah, I know, Billy Joe)
I promise you that (shit, I'll slap the shit out yo' ass)
But I do wanna see what's behind them guitar strings (oh yeah?)
Just make sure you don't tell nobody (you got some money, bitch?)