Shit Bubba

Song

Shit Bubba

Upchurch · Heart of America · 2016 · 2:49

Lyrics

Got my truck nuts swingin' Diesel fuel filled up Copenhagen in a can Black coffee in a cup Six string in the back 30-30 in the glass And if you don't like that You can kiss my country ass Fence white it's a moon cud dark blue Storm way out where them boys make deer stew Playin' with some tannerite bonfire and a fog night Four wheels spinnin' til the drive shaft falls out Let me get a hell yeah Let me get a hell nah Guns gonna stay rebel flag on the front porch Sported if it's us red white to the old blue Creek squad shit runnin' round with no tennis shoes Spittin' that fire like I got a whiskey rythymn I been hiding hiding in the woods Now i'm comin' just to kill 'em Yeah these boys better duck 'cause i'm building me a dynasty I got that hot shit like a liquor store in Tennesse Shit bubba, you better get your shit straight I stay comin' out the sticks in the real estate The creeks up in the water with the moccasin Your times up, ain't no use in clockin in Shit bubba, shit, shit bubba Shit bubba, you better get your shit straight Shit bubba, shit, shit bubba Shit, bubba Talk shit get hit keep talking get shot Got .45 bullets in a .45 box Got blood on my arms 'cause I stay slitting deers throats Talkin bout Jason Bourne he's blood on my trench coat Too hillbilly for a magazine centerfold Good, fuck a magazine i'd rather watch a movie bro John Wayne, Tombstone, Die Hard, Rambo Don't be a menace Sippin' shine down a back road To hell about my clothes I ain't rockin' nothing special Women dress up boy, I just wear what's in the dresser Pretty boys now days give a shit about their eyebrows I'm droppin' transmissions poppin wheelies on your lifestyle Gettyup bitch need a fuckin' seabiscuit People callin' me the cracker shit i'm better than a triscuit Got my neck on the line but hell i'm willing to risk it I'm that redneck bitch In heaven we walkin' naked Shit bubba, you better get your shit straight I stay comin' out the sticks in the real estate The creeks up in the water with the moccasin Your times up, ain't no use in clockin in Shit bubba, shit, shit bubba Shit bubba, you better get your shit straight Shit bubba, shit, shit bubba Shit, bubba.

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