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Urban Twang Video (MV)




Performed By: MC Conkie Tonk
Language: English
Length: 4:38
Written by: Casey McConkie




MC Conkie Tonk - Urban Twang Lyrics




I spit my game to you
With urban twang on it
Hillbilly in the city
Put my slang on it
And when I see that booty shaking
Gotta bang on it
I Urban Twang on it
Urban Twang on it

Like master Splinter in the sewer
My mind is in the gutter
I steal a Kiss an Lick it Up
A Love Gun like a Strutter
Cause Conkie Tonk ain't replicating
My style ain't like no other
A big old nose
With lispy flow's
Smooth like fresh churned butter
We be talking rock all night
I'll lock you in to stay
And I be chasing on your kitty
Like my name is Gordon Shumway
Headboard banging off-the-wall
I'm so excited hear you call
Like Jessie Spano cramming
On 1-2-3 hits of Ad-de-rall

I spit my game to you
With urban twang on it
Hillbilly in the city
Put my slang on it
And when I see that booty shaking
Gotta bang on it
I Urban Twang on it
Urban Twang on it
I spit my game to you
With urban twang on it
Hillbilly in the city
Put my slang on it
And when I see that booty shaking
Gotta bang on it
I Urban Twang on it
Urban Twang on it

I twang it fresh or hella dope
A dated style with just no hope
I double dutch ain't skipping rope
A twizzler straw for that coke
Starry eyes I watch you float
Across that room like Swayze's ghost
A hazy night from all that smoke
I breathe you in, don't no never choke
I've been locked in thighs all night
I'm happy in my cage
And I'll be buying up your stairway
Like my name is Jimmy Pay-yage
Just like heaven Cures it all
A lullaby that makes you fall
In love like Ross and Rachel
Back On sea-son-2 of Friends y'all

I spit my game to you
With urban twang on it
Hillbilly in the city
Put my slang on it
And when I see that booty shaking
Gotta bang on it
I urban twang on it
Urban Twang on it

First I get your digits
Call you up and then I spit it
Then I slip my digits
In your gidget
While you fidget
Squirm and fidget
First I get your digits
Call you up and then I spit it
Then I slip my digits
In your gidget
While you fidget
Squirm and fidget

Go on an get yo Gussie on
Gussie on
Go on an get yo Gussie on
Gussie on
Go on an get yo Gussie on
Gussie on
Go on an get yo Gussie on
Gussie on

I spit my game to you
With urban twang on it
Hillbilly in the city
Put my slang on it
And when I see that booty shaking
Gotta bang on it
I Urban Twang on it
Urban Twang on it
I spit my game to you
With urban twang on it
Hillbilly in the city
Put my slang on it
And when I see that booty shaking
Gotta bang on it
I Urban Twang on it
Urban Twang on it
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English

I spit my game to you
With urban twang on it
Hillbilly in the city
Put my slang on it
And when I see that booty shaking
Gotta bang on it
I Urban Twang on it
Urban Twang on it

Like master Splinter in the sewer
My mind is in the gutter
I steal a Kiss an Lick it Up
A Love Gun like a Strutter
Cause Conkie Tonk ain't replicating
My style ain't like no other
A big old nose
With lispy flow's
Smooth like fresh churned butter
We be talking rock all night
I'll lock you in to stay
And I be chasing on your kitty
Like my name is Gordon Shumway
Headboard banging off-the-wall
I'm so excited hear you call
Like Jessie Spano cramming
On 1-2-3 hits of Ad-de-rall

I spit my game to you
With urban twang on it
Hillbilly in the city
Put my slang on it
And when I see that booty shaking
Gotta bang on it
I Urban Twang on it
Urban Twang on it
I spit my game to you
With urban twang on it
Hillbilly in the city
Put my slang on it
And when I see that booty shaking
Gotta bang on it
I Urban Twang on it
Urban Twang on it

I twang it fresh or hella dope
A dated style with just no hope
I double dutch ain't skipping rope
A twizzler straw for that coke
Starry eyes I watch you float
Across that room like Swayze's ghost
A hazy night from all that smoke
I breathe you in, don't no never choke
I've been locked in thighs all night
I'm happy in my cage
And I'll be buying up your stairway
Like my name is Jimmy Pay-yage
Just like heaven Cures it all
A lullaby that makes you fall
In love like Ross and Rachel
Back On sea-son-2 of Friends y'all

I spit my game to you
With urban twang on it
Hillbilly in the city
Put my slang on it
And when I see that booty shaking
Gotta bang on it
I urban twang on it
Urban Twang on it

First I get your digits
Call you up and then I spit it
Then I slip my digits
In your gidget
While you fidget
Squirm and fidget
First I get your digits
Call you up and then I spit it
Then I slip my digits
In your gidget
While you fidget
Squirm and fidget

Go on an get yo Gussie on
Gussie on
Go on an get yo Gussie on
Gussie on
Go on an get yo Gussie on
Gussie on
Go on an get yo Gussie on
Gussie on

I spit my game to you
With urban twang on it
Hillbilly in the city
Put my slang on it
And when I see that booty shaking
Gotta bang on it
I Urban Twang on it
Urban Twang on it
I spit my game to you
With urban twang on it
Hillbilly in the city
Put my slang on it
And when I see that booty shaking
Gotta bang on it
I Urban Twang on it
Urban Twang on it
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Writer: Casey McConkie
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