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Church Motha-fucka hmm Uhh um Aight look, I got something to tell ya Tell your favorite rapper I said fuck all his opinions Tell my biggest enemies they weak and on my shit list Imma roll this J and kill it, wrapped in sheets, made of linen Smile at cameras like a villain Already got my recognition I'm the son of the south Not big enough for my mouth But for this side of town I represent 'til I'm out Then camouflage a Bentley to blend in with bark in the trees Burn the backwoods down and I ain't trippin' 'bout leaves Boy I be in a phantom on a dirt road cruise I sit in the back like Hank Williams would I stare at the moon 'til my eyes start to fall Before it goes dark, before it goes dark I see a shooting star In the rear view of this car I see a shooting star I see a shooting star Letras de canciones I'm the king of the country No label can fuck me I show up downtown then country starts gets scared and ignore me Showin' up tassels hangin' Boots click off the pavement Entourage of Holler Boys like a movie I Johns Wayne it Who you know who's independent with missin' teeth in the front Walkin' down Broadway 50 deep with some boys from the cut Goin' in the back of any fuckin' bar that we want Snatch the drink out the hand of a hater see what he does Yeah I'm Cadillac bubba don't care if I get in trouble I'm a smoke my weed anyway with the police at my window Came from muddy boots Now I'm rockin' somethin' new 2022 with Hank senior nudie suits tellin' labels fuck you I be in a phantom on a dirt road cruise I sit in the back like Hank Williams would I stare at the moon 'til my eyes start to fall Before it goes dark, before it goes dark I see a shooting star In the rear view of this car I see a shooting star I see a shooting star (I see a shooting star) Shooting star (In the rear view of this car) I see a shooting star (Shooting star) I see a shooting star (Shooting star) From Letras Mania