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upchurch - 5am remix lyrics

[intro]
church
i’m about to drop chicken willie on y’all son
bet, redneck sh-t

[verse 1]
came up in the scene, f-ck everybody att-tude
struttin’ on the red carpet, rockin’ rugged muddy boots
my att-tude is short fuse, that jack d gets me loose
and i always got some crackers round ain’t scared of bein’ on the news
i’m cold, sh-t they know my style is dangerous
i’m hotter than a radiator leakin’ like a sum’b-tch
got plenty people tryna make me deals down on music row
but i ain’t down for all that sh-t and not about to sell my soul
ha, i’m elvis presley of the hick stage
catch me takin’ pictures with some b-tches wrapped around my legs
yeah, and i stay pullin’ up in ratchet whips
got ford’s that look like monster trucks and chevrolet’s that drag the strip
i’m covered up with tattoos and i hang around them good ole boys
f-ck being bad news, strapped up with them tonka toys
backseat got an ar, my glove box got a box of br-ss
my cell phone given contacts, that would love to come and whoop your -ss

[chorus]
my woods ain’t safe for you fake -ss b-tches
i came from them rags with more ammo than the richest
all my dixieland sh-t daddy didn’t wear no britches
f-ck around with my family get left up in them ditches b-tch

[verse 2]
son, my style is dirty like my workin’ hands
before i worked construction stackin’ money in my dirty pants
don’t tell me ’bout no work ’cause i’m a f-ckin’ workaholic
backwoods as a power line so i guess that’s why i’m buzzin’
(hahahaha ain’t n0body gonna understand that metaphor unless they’re actually from the f-ckin’ backwoods)
i got so many things that i’m literally just blown away
every time i have a show tornadoes start to come my way
i’m all over the place like my steerin’ wheel got a bunch of play
and b-tch i’ll run you over like my viral video the other day

[bridge]
hahaha
chicken willie comin’ out y’all really soon
y’all gonna love it
all the haters gonna hate it
f-ck ’em
go for it

[chorus]
my-my-my woods ain’t safe for you fake -ss b-tches
i came from them rags with more ammo than the richest
all my dixieland sh-t daddy didn’t wear no britches
f-ck around with my family get left up in them ditches b-tch

my-my-my woods ain’t safe for you fake -ss b-tches
i came from them rags with more ammo than the richest
all my dixieland sh-t daddy didn’t wear no britches
f-ck around with my family get left up in them ditches b-tch

- upchurch lyrics

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