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Top Back (Freestyle) Lyrics - Artist : Upchurch
Church
Man I was 15 years old when this shit came out God dang, hah Ayy, ayy I got the Voss Power T in the back glass of that Cummins Turkey feather in the vinyl that Ithaca get 'em runnin' They wishin' my ass would fumble so the game could get a turn around But I run this shit just like the colts from Rocky Top to the NFL I'm retirin' so big I make a brush guard outta all the gold And give it to my kids so they can be pimpin' like daddy-o Long haired country boy, pro-charged Challenger Dixieland blood, 2.0 of my caliber And I be in that Dodge, General Church with fine tuned My Mopar stay floatin' like a summertime pontoon No shirt, no shoes, no motherfuckin' problem I am from the cut and I don't hang around with goblins Goblins, goblins, I ain't scared of nothin' On some hills have eyes shit, the graves you know I got them Articles written about me, people talk shit out of spite But I can care less I'm high in my Corvette tonight I like my blunts rolled back, my big tires hella bald I be drivin' one lane roads when it's heavy on the fog I still slide across the hood like I'm always watchin' TV Land Crew cut with my Wranglers, hella steady with my drivin' hand I see rappers pushin' daisies so I pulled out jumper cables Then I shocked the world so much I guess I broke the voltage meter Hey Church what if you are accepted would it be weird? Why so you guys could lie just to sit me here So I can smell like weed and outside temperature beer And wish I was somewhere else with my real skins Fuck an award like it's shaped as a shiny dick Give it to me I'll hand it back like I don't want that shit I like my circle hella small, my pistola hella loaded My career so Eastwood, I'ma change my name to Clint Homie keep the spark in this bitch, my pockets fulla flint Could not drown my in stagnant water in the middle of Michigan My tread Ford Tough, my rubber sponsored my Michelin So I'll be runnin' tempo when I smash into that mainstream shit Doors locked, shaved, panels bulletproof all the way around Lookin' like DMX in a Hummer except I got a 50 cal And I don't know where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at I'm from corner stores, nightcrawlers, fish hooks with a curved hat But I know when Walmart closes, when they stop sellin' guns And I can tell you tobacco's cheaper at the Shell by the car wash I'm the one in that vroom vroom when the town is too quiet No TV's up in my house only broken safety's on rifles Don't be trippin' on me Santa Claus didn't bring me shit I'm cold as the North Pole, he'll shoot your eye out kid I like my beat down low, county music cranked up Black and tan in my seat, fat J rolled up I got that Kel-Tec loaded with my seat laid back Weed in the toolbox, loud .30-06 I like my beat down low, county music cranked up Black and tan in my seat, fat J rolled up I got that Kel-Tec loaded with my seat laid back Weed in the toolbox, loud .30-06 ayy |
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