Paroles Blah blah Upchurch

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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'
Like 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