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upchurch - no title (remix) lyrics

[intro: upchurch]
church, church
mother f+cker

[verse: upchurch, brodnax, upchurch & brodnax]
vampire to the game, sk!ll set never changed
stay suckin’ blood from a hater neck ’til i empty ever vein
come around me get drained, i lyricise my pain
my sh+t like beethoven, it’s a big oven, and my fat ass stay blazed
yeah, backroad magic, twenty albums in this b+tch
stay a monster on the track like i could flip a csx
even when in silence you can tell i know i got the hits
and my eyes can speak the language of a crazy waylon riff
yeah, i always been slayin’, right hook always waylayin’
always goin’ always, green berеtin’ with the paper
watch ’em act likе i’m supposed to acknowledge all of they goals
while i’m on the phone sellin’ foreign cars to post malone
man, f+ck a red carpet, f+ck a plaque and it’s costs
i got golds on golds on platinums, still none hangin’ on my wall
i just let the acreage talk, i just let the bars i got
ghost surround ’em all like the police done picked them off (ayy)
i’m that honkey with an attitude, no act when you get gratitude
i leveled up so much this level ain’t got f+ckin’ altitude
no fly zone computin’, future equations no loose ends
in the game my enemies career be ba+ba+basic cadence
my career be fantasia, i simulate southern flavor
one word about me you disappear forever, nickname him malaysia
oh sh+t, flow so much i got saliva oceans
hold it, but i know we don’t forget about hoe sh+t
bet i’m back with the church, leave a motherf+ckin’ hater ghosted
go ghostie, try the best to be the best man i can but i guess the f+ckin’ hopeless
long range, don’t get caught in that scope b+tch, i don’t miss
backwoods got no scripts, we got road names no old cliques
got the fire flame, but the flame blue like the 808 from the fire pits
they be lyin’ to me for the head sp+ce, mirror on the wall, no foot race
i’m too smooth for the mainstream, but ask ’em how my d+ck tastes
who you lookin’ at and who you tryna dictate?
see my belly i eat rappers off a big plate
rollin’ through the lanes like i’m signed by the interstate
sound like we on a dinner date
thought we wasn’t comin’ but we pull up on ’em anyway
y’all pretend to be friends but i know they enemies
can’t trust what they say, so i just go judge ’em off they energy
lord know we ain’t the same and that’s why they ain’t really feelin’ me
i’m lookin’ for some healin’, get rid of this sh+t that’s k!llin’ me
ke+keep it holy moly, b+tch, he back on his focus, i know you notice
hoe wake up and smell the folgers b+tch, they ’bout to free the soldier
i’ll full balance in magnolia, high roller, keep your composure
play this game the way you supposed to, gettin’ rid of all the joker jokers (psst)
you think that they think they can smoke us, smoke us?
sh+t, not even if we sat and rolled it for ’em
this that work, work, me and brodnax done been the foreman
we got different forms of fortune, got the wagon wheels roastin’
rock and rollin’ more than a couple horses, immortal warriors
erasin’ the changeup for ’em, this for ones who see
oh, and tell that broadway girl my silverado like a titty orchard
[chorus: upchurch]
ayy, f+ck it i ain’t worried ’bout the police when i’m cruisin’ (h+ll naw)
h+llcat ain’t no thing my dusty boots gon’ lose ’em (woo)
driver sk!ll be somethin’ action movie stupid (skrtt)
so many lanes bo and luke couldn’t even do it
ayy, f+ck it i ain’t worried ’bout the police when i’m cruisin’ (yeah)
h+llcat ain’t no thing my dusty boots gon’ lose ’em (yeah)
driver sk!ll be somethin’ action movie stupid (yeah)
so many lanes bo and luke couldn’t even do it (yeah)

[outro: upchurch]
kalaniondabeat motherf+cker

- upchurch lyrics

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