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hard target (group) - moonshine lyrics

[intro]
shine, shine, shine
shine, shine, shine
yeah, yeah

[chorus: hard target]
i am sippin’ on that jet fuel, i’m on that kerosene
sippin’ on that gasoline, everything in between
i been sippin’ on that jet fuel, i’m on that kerosene
sippin’ on that gasoline, everything in between

[verse 1: cymple man]
cl-ss in session, they call me old school
guess i’m a dinosaur huh, well this is fossil fuel
i’m on that hank jr., we shoot it straight to it
do i look like ashton kutcher? there just ain’t no prank to it
i never woke up in no bugatti, i woke up stanky
fully clothed, face down in the dirt, from what i’ve been drinkin’
i’m talkin’ apple pie, and not no aunt bee’s
it keeps us warm at night, we call it antifreeze
she said “i never tried it”, i said “try it right now”
she took a swallow then she lit up like a lighthouse
her friends were like “wow!”, this stuff is quite surprisin’
now they addicted so i call it walter white lightnin’
that corn liquor, so yeah we corn fed
popkorn sutton, boy we born and bred
we on that big k.r.i.t. country sh-t ridin’ music
in a ferocious dosage ’cause it’s got that bite to it, yeah

[post chorus: hard target]
just don’t get me on that shine (sippin’ moonshine, sippin’ sippin’ moonshine)
just don’t get me on that shine (sippin’ moonshine, sippin’ sippin’ moonshine)
just don’t get me on that shine (sippin’ moonshine, sippin’ sippin’ moonshine)
just don’t get me on that shine (sippin’ moonshine, sippin’ sippin’ moonshine)
just don’t get me on that shine (sippin’ moonshine, sippin’ sippin’ moonshine)
just don’t get me on that shine (sippin’ moonshine, sippin’ sippin’ moonshine)
just don’t get me on that shine (sippin’ moonshine, sippin’ sippin’ moonshine)
(sippin’ moonshine, sippin’ sippin’ moonshine) don’t f-ck around and let me get up on that shine

[verse 2: hard target]
that corn liquor, that moonshine
that mountain dew, and i’m doin’ fine
country boy from the sticks all i need to survive
is a bottle full of jack and my usual side
and that’s white lightning, i’d advise you try this
it’s got a little bite like it’s mike tyson
while you’re sippin’ on your fruity -ss drink, i’ll be doin’ my thing while i’m sippin’ on a jar that i got from my granddaddy
get a whiff of that flame
better think twice when you mention my name
mr. can’t stand me ’til you ain’t your mammie
they think i suck a d-ck ’cause i can’t contain
from south florida to the mason dixon
got a reputation, we ain’t safe so listen
i think i ought to tell you my brakes is missin’
in a peterbilt truck and i’m playin’ chicken
got an old wood shed with a still in the back
where the liquor so pure it’ll make her pitch black
got the corn mash drip, it’ll be here in a minute
country b-tch up on my lap while i’m p-ssin’ the time
’cause i fired off of that gasoline
with one little sip it’ll make a b-tch strip
now i can’t see what’s happening
that power bomb and that razor’s edge
one sip make you feel like you break your neck
it’s clockwork b-tch you can place your bets
but is that your drink? well i ain’t impressed
i’m gettin’ to the point like a bayonet
you can save your breath while i’m drinkin’ this
and let a b-tch know

- hard target group lyrics

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