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Got my truck nuts swinging, diesel fuel filled up Copenhagen in a can, black coffee in a cup Six string in the back, 30-30 in the glass And if you don't like that you can kiss my country ass Fence white it's a moon good dark blue Storm way out where them boys make deer stew Playing with some Tannerite bonfire on a fog night Four wheels spinning till the drive shaft falls out Let me get a hell yeah, let me get a hell nah Guns gonna stay, rebel flag on the front porch Supporting if it's us, red, white to the old blue Creek squad shit, running round with no tennis shoes Spitting that fire like I got a whiskey rhythm I been hiding hiding in the woods now I'm coming just to kill 'em Yeah, these boys better duck 'cause I'm building me a dynasty I got that hot shit like a liquor store in Tennessee Shit bubba, you better get your shit straight I stay coming out the sticks in the real estate The creeks up in the water with the moccasin Your times up, ain't no use in clocking in Shit bubba, shit, shit bubba Shit bubba, you better get your shit straight Shit bubba, shit, shit bubba Shit, bubba Letras de canciones Talk shit, get hit, keep talking get shot Got 45 bullets in a .45 box Got blood on my arms 'cause I stay slitting deers throats Talking bout Jason Bourne, he's blood on my trench coat Too hillbilly for a magazine centerfold Good, fuck a magazine I'd rather watch a movie, bro John Wayne, Tombstone, Die Hard, Rambo Don't be a menace sipping shine down a back road To hell about my clothes I ain't rocking nothing special Women dress up, boy, I just wear what's in the dresser Pretty boys nowadays give a shit about their eyebrows I'm dropping transmissions popping wheelies on your lifestyle Giddy up bitch need a fucking seabiscuit People calling me the cracker shit I'm better than a Triscuit Got my neck on the line but hell I'm willing to risk it I'm that redneck bitch, in heaven we walking naked Shit bubba, you better get your shit straight I stay coming out the sticks in the real estate The creeks up in the water with the moccasin Your times up, ain't no use in clocking in Shit bubba, shit, shit bubba Shit bubba, you better get your shit straight Shit bubba, shit, shit bubba Shit, bubba From Letras Mania