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outlaw – shot caller from a holler lyrics

[verse 1: outlaw]
weighin’ in the big bucks is where i be
i got shine in the stumps as far as you can see
country al capone to find me you need a drone
walk up in my woods and get a broadhead to the dome
i got frog gigs, trot lines
catfish hooks, and sharpened buck tines
it’s all for you if you cross me for the last time
i’ll put you down together while listening to patsy cline
and all my compet-tion movin’ like mol-sses
got girls cookin’ shine so i can look at their fat -sses
ridin’ into town on my horse with the force
they always tryin’ to catch me but i communicate in morse
death to the carpetbagger always look dapper
hit him with the dagger put his -ss up on a platter
and feed me (feed me) i’m hungry mothertruckers
just tryna make some money get out and burn rubber

[chorus: outlaw]
shot caller from a holler
we just tryna to make a dollar
dirt road scholar backwoods baller
come to our holler and you gon’ get slaughtered
shot caller from a holler
we just tryna make a dollar
dirt road don backwoods brawn
if they got a problem we tell ’em to bring it on

[verse 2: c-hubb]
shot caller from a holler
born in that muddy muddy where dirty pigs waller
deep in the thicket where them yuppies cannot follow
homegrown hemp is growin’ but them pines grow taller
got a slew full of trot lines woods full of drop tines
everybody got shine sample some but not mine
’cause that sh-t’ll put some hair on your chest
looking like a wooly mammoth need some nair on my chest, yeah
the smoke dog told me don’t you trust a city sl!cker
and naw she ain’t a keeper if that girl don’t shoot the liquor
these city chickie’s can’t handle our southern ways
on sat-rday we wasted, sunday morning we prayin’
couple country spitters represent the grand division
created such a buzz we need a narcan prescription
we got it out the mud and built it out of rough lumber
used to barely mutter now we blarin’ thunder buddy

[chorus: outlaw]
i’m a shot caller from a holler
we just tryna to make a dollar
dirt road scholar backwoods baller
come to our holler and you gon’ get slaughtered
shot caller from a holler
we just tryna make a dollar
dirt road don backwoods brawn
if they got a problem we tell ’em to bring it on

[verse 3: fatt tarr]
back in the woods gettin’ me a dip (gettin’ me a dip)
outlaw and them boys are back again (back again)
drinkin’ blended bourbon flowin’ straight up out the barrel
king tut in the woods still slingin’ arrows
daddy call me fat even though i know i’m narrow
mess around and i’ma have to hit with a chair boe
mowin’ and tillin’ and grillin’ i’ma bout to get back to my roots on
p-ssin’ on the tree about to put my justin boots on
busting out the tree house got the bong bubblin’
big b00bs bustin’ out their blouses and i’m lovin’ it
i’m drunk at compet-tion and disobeyin’ the government
with the d-mn tax man can kiss my i’ve had enough of him
still, callin’ shots from the tree stand
still, goin’ nuts call us pecans
still, goin’ strong can’t stop me
backwoods bad-ss that is what they call me

[chorus: outlaw]
shot caller from a holler
holler holler
dirt road scholar backwoods baller
come to our holler and you gon’ get slaughtered
shot caller from a holler
holler holler
dirt road don backwoods brawn
if they gotta problem we tell ’em to bring it on

- outlaw lyrics

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