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Church Let the Bandplay Cheatham County Cheatham County Who who who the fuck am I? I'm the king of the hick shit All so what I wanna be except it ain't all sticks Yeah I'm redneck ratchet like a strap on a YZ Head all the way up like the little cracker I'ma be I'm from a rowdy place it looks like Sleepy Hollow late at night So don't go runnin' out of gas, we ain't got trespassing signs Dogs run loose, yeah they bite, I got like 8 or 9 A chip up on my shoulder Hold it, Load it, Smokin' 45s Been through a lot of shit, I 69 your damn opinion Hillbilly shit, yeah my momma knew she raised up hell, yeah Age 16, I was sneakin' out, late night rebellion Then she found them steroids in my bag and called the county sheriff Ain't nobody perfect, damn near everybody makes mistakes Don't go judgin' me unless you tryna get your teeth misplaced Raised by them skins, creek water make my heart beat Don't go walkin' in my woods unless you want that 40 Letras de cancionesI'm from deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick Deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick So don't come up in my spot, tryna tread on me I keep them flags flyin' boy and that lead on me I'm from deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick Deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick So don't come up in my spot, tryna tread on me I keep them flags flyin' boy and that lead on me I'm a hicktown rockstar, scars and they cover my body Surrounded by some sexy ladies lookin' like some supermodels I'm Nascar with my style, done lapped y'all like 9 times I'm Earnhardt in his prime, I sleep in the winner's circle since I tend to be there all the time I do what I do for the folks like me [?] Wakin' up, bust that clock at 3 with a little bit of gas and enough to eat eat Everybody now facing that struggle, I'm about to bust your bubble Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, I got [?] They callin' me a rapper, shit I'm just an extra [?] I'm painting my own legacy and hangin' rappers like drywall Michael Jackson on them bitches, grabbin' on my white balls I'm from deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick Deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick So don't come up in my spot, tryna tread on me I keep them flags flyin' boy and that lead on me I'm from deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick Deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick So don't come up in my spot, tryna tread on me I keep them flags flyin' boy and that lead on me Church Church Church Church From Letras Mania