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upchurch - barefoot bandit lyrics

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[intro]
kalaniondabeat motherf+cker

[chorus]
barefoot bandit, hunter green bandana
drop top chopped by a sawzall, yeah
barefoot bandit, big money, uncle sam’n
on my country boy sh+t, flow goin’ can+am’n (mother)

[verse 1]
and i’ll be sayin’ nothin’ if they ain’t speakin’ this language
dale earnhardt your ass and give you and your friends the damage
got the reddest of rednecks, tell my chick to go make a sammich
while i flintstone these motherf+ckers with broken tree branches
we them, we them holler boys, if you needin’ somethin’ done
got a chip on my shouldеr and a fully loaded gun
mother+f+cker, you ain’t mеssin’ with no sucker
got the cattle gate like yellowstone, plenty of dirt to go dump ’em

[chorus]
barefoot bandit, hunter green bandana
drop top chopped by a sawzall, yeah
barefoot bandit, big money, uncle sam’n
on my country boy sh+t, flow goin’ can+am’n (mother)
barefoot bandit, hunter green bandana
drop top chopped by a sawzall, yeah
barefoot bandit, big money, uncle sam’n
on my country boy sh+t, flow goin’ can+am’n (mother)
[verse 2]
we the racket, hillbilly done paid a billy for the mountain
made a fortress in the forest, i don’t need no back pattin’
i stay cuttin’ tracks of platinum
they think i got my blade from george patton
horses in the back but gallop with the motor mounted
mud to gold went to gold, i stopped countin’
still catch me bathin’ in a copper head fountain
we them boys from the creek
need more than a red carpet, that sh+t too small for my feet
give me the interstate of velvet through nashville streets

[chorus]
barefoot bandit, hunter green bandana
drop top chopped by a sawzall, yeah
barefoot bandit, big money, uncle sam’n
on my country boy sh+t, flow goin’ can+am’n (mother)
barefoot bandit, hunter green bandana
drop top chopped by a sawzall, yeah
barefoot bandit, big money, uncle sam’n
on my country boy sh+t, flow goin’ can+am’n (mother)

[verse 3]
motherf+cker i’m thirty+three
i was raised on 50, yellawolf, three 6 and 1+0+3
now these internet thugs thinkin’ they ass one of these
i’m one of one, you one of three
let ’em know that numbers don’t mean a teeny weeny sh+t to me
on a wave like a king, i’m gonna split the sea
pretendin’ i’m rollin’ through tennessee with a broken antenna
solely a sinner they blood in the cup, no v8 for my dinner
and i wish a motherf+cker would like their body riddled with a million cedar tree splinters
you gon’ need the key to reach me in this scenery
i’m livin’ proof that the scene ain’t what it seemed to be
i’m gonna lock and chop the comp’ ’til the tops all end with beaver t++th, beaver t++th, beaver t++th, bih, haha
[chorus]
barefoot bandit, hunter green bandana
drop top chopped by a sawzall, yeah
barefoot bandit, big money, uncle sam’n
on my country boy sh+t, flow goin’ can+am’n (mother)
barefoot bandit, hunter green bandana
drop top chopped by a sawzall, yeah
barefoot bandit, big money, uncle sam’n
on my country boy sh+t, flow goin’ can+am’n (motherf+cker)

[outro]
yeah, we some barefoot bandits in this motherf+cker
motherf+cker
motherf+cker
church
holler boys b+tch



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