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Country Fried Lyrics - Artist : Upchurch
I got ganja in the console, 'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flying, straight pipes straight popping off Bow tie on the billet[?], these honkeys now watch me sizzle On my country fried shit, eating rappers off the skillet (Hello no) I got ganja in the console, 'shine in the toolbox Rebel flag's flying straight, pipes straight popping off Bow tie on the billet[?], these honkeys now watch me sizzle All my country fried shit, eating rappers off the skillet (Hello no) Everybody wanna be a country trend, everybody wanna be a superstar Everybody wanna have a jacked up truck when really that's not even who they are Hashtag, dressing up, Insta game all messed up Hell no, come kick mud in them deep sticks with them big boys 'Cause I'm southern-grown by the grace of God, shocking folks like a cattle prod People that blew me off last year now hit me up with a text or call Like we're close, what's wrong witch'all, when I stood up you wanted me to fall And now I beat the odds, and now I'm standing tall, boy, buck up and don't buck it all And it's funny how that shit goes, last year I wasn't known A month passed and I blew up, now I got fans in other time zones People think that I'm all a joke so my front porch straight blowing smoke But I'm in the ring like go broke, straight redneck, just too dope Well I got ganja in the console, 'shine in the toolbox Rebel flag's flying straight, pipes straight popping off Bow tie on the billet[?], these honkeys now watch me sizzle All my country fried shit, eating rappers off the skillet (Hello no) I got ganja in the console, 'shine in the toolbox Rebel flag's flying straight, pipes straight popping off Bow tie on the billet[?], these honkeys now watch me sizzle All my country fried shit, eating rappers off the skillet (Hello no) Chevrolet tuned up, rocking me a crew cut, hottie ridin' shotty tanned up with a huge butt Gun in the back glass, V8 go fast, cherry red like her lips, motherfucker look back Everybody look back, smooth as some cold Jack, finger to the haters, all I do is don't laugh Back with [?], coming like a nomad, slinging up mud, spinning wheels like a dirt track And these people said that I couldn't though And these people said that I wouldn't, so I turned around with a grin, crooked smile And I knew what the hell I was doing just had to wait for perfect timing Now it's photoshoots, videos, rocking all of my old clothes Wrecking shit since day one, hillbilly hype on SoCo And they say I'm gonna change But middle Tennesseans don't ever uproot their ways I got ganja in the console, 'shine in the toolbox Rebel flag's flying straight, pipes straight popping off Bow tie on the billet[?], these honkeys now watch me sizzle All my country fried shit, eating rappers off the skillet (Hello no) I got ganja in the console, 'shine in the toolbox Rebel flag's flying straight, pipes straight popping off Bow tie on the billet[?], these honkeys now watch me sizzle All my country fried shit, eating rappers off the skillet (Hello no) |
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