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upchurch - woke up (bmf) lyrics

[intro: upchurch]
church, church, church, church
yeah

[chorus: upchurch]
i woke up this morning as a bad motherf-cker
remembered everyone who said i wasn’t gonna be nothin’
i got a harley i don’t ride, some trucks that never see the road
and one i’m drivin’ all the time your girlfriend prolly seen before
i woke up this morning as a bad motherf-cker
remembered everyone who said i wasn’t gonna be nothin’
i got a harley i don’t ride, some trucks that never see the road
and one i’m drivin’ all the time your girlfriend prolly seen before

[verse 1: upchurch]
i stay from different county lights b-tch i am the rebel
hold the pistol to the head of this slick -ss devil
should i cut his f-ckin’ throat or outdo him like charlie daniels
f-ckin’ blow his brains out and tell jesus i got it handled
yeah, i’m heaven sent but love raisin’ h-ll
love chasin’ slick thick southern belle’s
this image of mine is no show and tell
with a pop, pop, pop like shotgun sh-lls
hit ’em with a drop top [?] for real
luke duke from the cops when i’m shiftin’ gears
hoggin’ up three lanes like i don’t care
with the black smoke choke y’all all to death
when a ford breaks down i pull up in the lane
with that fine -ss girl totin’ that john wayne
one round in the six who really wanna play
i’m vladamir putin with the way i play
i gotta lot of problems i don’t really tell
really got guns like guards in jail
really love winnin’ if you can’t tell
fly a rebel flag ’cause i ain’t scared

[verse 2: shotgun shane]
i’m screamin’ buck life ’cause we ain’t with that thug sh-t
mickey thompson’s haulin’ -ss, f-ck around get drunk b-tch
middle fingers flyin’ i don’t give a f-ck, i ain’t turnin’ down (turn up)
neighbors call the cops to p-ss me off, they got me poppin’ rounds
everywhere you turn another hater tryna be a friend
gold diggin’ sum’b-tches self proclaimed as bein’ skins
camouflage bandana keep it in my back pocket
yeah, your bronze margaritas, rebel panties start droppin’
i’ve been known for raisin’ h-ll, cops still wanna throw my -ss in jail (f-ck ’em)
y’all can kiss my cracker -ss if you’re the type to kiss and tell
don’t give a f-ck about a city b-tch, i’m country girls with big t-tties b-tch
got tennessee tilt with upchurch way out here in these tennessee sticks

- upchurch lyrics

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