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Church Creek squad Ha ha I'm from the land of you can meet me in the parking lot at Circle K I-I pull up by myself in that single cab like I need gas My shotgun seem so empty y’all look sketched out and you brought your friends Five of y'all and one of me? I got Babe Ruth gripped in my hands Pu-pu-pull up in that parkin' lot, ain’t nobody scared shit (You know it) Bitch I been to hell and back, and momma didn't raise no bitch She raised a hellion from the other side (You know it) Other side, she raised a crazy motherfucker right (Creek Squad) River, river, river rat, shotgun in the tinted glass License so expired I'm identified by all my tats Creeker to the grave, lock that mug and then go weld it shut Bury me on Ghost Ranch with my middle fingers pointed up 5150, red barn with all the roosters dog White church on the corner, Jaybirds been closed for a decade prolly Bl-black marks on the pavement, street lights buzzin' and they barely work Hills have eyes on these parts son, best make sure you just passin' through When the sun goes down in a one horse town there's a .45 loaded and a dog let out With a pissed off daddy and a crazy old man and a motherfuckin' thief and a white crackhead So I do my shit, I lock my gate, I load my guns, I clean my plate, in the pitch black I sit and wait Letras de cancionesDon't come up missin’ on 300 acres Pu-pu-pull up in that parkin’ lot, ain't nobody scared shit (You know it) Bitch I been to hell and back, and momma didn’t raise no bitch She raised a hellion from the other side (You know it) Other side, she raised a crazy motherfucker right (Creek Squad) River, river, river rat, shotgun in the tinted glass License so expired I'm identified by all my tats Creeker to the grave, lock that mug and then go weld it shut Bury me on Ghost Ranch with my middle fingers pointed up From Letras Mania