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I'll be ridin' down to the [?], new title in the glove box That thing in someone elses name, the safety of that blah blah I stay on my blah blah, bitches know I rock rock When I hit the stage all them haters gonna do is talk talk 5150 Pond Creek Road reppin' for real (you know it) Barefoot bandit, dirty feet, confederate bandana still (all day) Creek squad 'til I'm dirt, black marks from a hearse When I die I'm gonna be a legend in the outskirts (ah yeah) Yeah my swag is so filthy, the Huck Finn of the whole industry Hood folks be actin' sketchy and the yuppies not into me White boy with a voice, with an accent thicker than honey (ah yeah) Smokes more than Willie Nelson and got guns like the Army (brbrbrbrah) I'll be ridin' down to the [?], new title in the glove box That thing in someone elses name, the safety of that blah blah I stay on my blah blah, bitches know I rock rock When I hit the stage all them haters gonna do is talk talk I stay on my blah blah, I stay on my blah blah I stay on my blah blah, I stay on my blah blah You know I keep that heater on me and that thing go blah blah I stay on my blah blah, I stay on my blah blah Don't come for that reachin' Yeah they'll pop you for no reason Throw them hands and now you leakin' Letras de cancionesLike the cracks up in my ceilin' This the land of dirty dealin's My kush is medically healin' Bitch boy stay up out your feelin's That sucker shit's unappealin' (nah) I stay on my blah blah Weed off in my sock sock Haters like to talk talk All I hear is blah blah My shotty go blah blah You swear like a boss boss Bitch you know I rock rock Got this shit on lock lock I'll be ridin' down to the [?], new title in the glove box That thing in someone elses name, the safety of that blah blah I stay on my blah blah, bitches know I rock rock When I hit the stage all them haters gonna do is talk talk I stay on my blah blah, I stay on my blah blah I stay on my blah blah, I stay on my blah blah You know I keep that heater on me and that thing go blah blah I stay on my blah blah, I stay on my blah blah I see rappers wastin' time [?] somewhere else Another county, 'nother state, but not protectin' their belt In every woods and hoods prolly got a damn culture to see This is the meltin' pot so won't you come and smoke one with me I'm just a dirty white boy in the middle of Tennessee I don't bite unless I want your jugular to bleed And if you're lookin' for a interview, I'll be in the trees Pull on that YZ walkin' wheelies all the way down the street I'll be ridin' down to the [?], new title in the glove box That thing in someone elses name, the safety of that blah blah I stay on my blah blah, bitches know I rock rock When I hit the stage all them haters gonna do is talk talk I stay on my blah blah, I stay on my blah blah I stay on my blah blah, I stay on my blah blah You know I keep that heater on me and that thing go blah blah I stay on my blah blah, I stay on my blah blah blah From Letras Mania