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upchurch - texas (remix) lyrics

[intro]
(ayo, aim)
(yeah, run it up, blondo)
(run it up, blondo)
local cheatham county musician ryan upchurch giving his first gold record to the cheatham county sheriff’s department
however now fox 17 is investigating after finding out the same (church motherf+cker) day he gifted his award is the same day he was served with an order of protection

[verse]
b+tch, i’m from nashville
if they ain’t got a cowboy hat that red neck probably actual
them tractor tires hummin’ down the strip on straight axles
locally we got no actors and we spit it like tobacco
even marshall mathers ain’t whiter than me cracker
oh, brother my art thou be super dapper (man)
horses in the front of music city, wheels staggered (whoppah)
and we be wailin’ on guitars for the cash inside our pocket
to pop wheelies on our harley when we ain’t solvin’ our problems
ain’t no jokin’ ’round the neons motherf+cker this is gotham
that’s why second ave. exploded from a winnebago partner
yeah, i’m a fire flame spitter, b+tch i’m farmer wayne carter
h+llcat, swervin’ drunks and potholes on broadway parkway (woo)
i ain’t got no wrist game, i can show you sticks mane
cruisin’ through the swamp we got the rooster’s on a walk string
hard to hear me talk slang, i just do the walk thing
don’t tiptoe in no jordan’s, i’m toe+tappin’ in my blue suede
rags to riches, parents from the nations
westside with chattahoochie jammin’ in the kitchen window
rags to riches, this that down south business
baptist hospital born, came out country as commitment motherf+cker
lightest skin soul brother
independent, i’m that rebel radio did not discover
on my ernest tubb sh+t, stayin’ high until it’s supper
stayin’ up playin’ my instruments like i’m sped up on uppers
we the cowboys baby, not endin’ it in the coverage
i’m gunslingin’ to the hall of fame even with bullets buzzin’
red solo cup with the suds and toby keith inside the blunt
and i’m burnin’ one like no pos, rear end inside this uber sucker
[outro]
haha (f+ckin’ tourist)
get it, ’cause only one wheel burns out
know what i’m sayin’
i ain’t got no problems, we’re here

- upchurch lyrics

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