Upchurch - Keep It Country lyrics
Raise hell and eat cornbread, b**h Upchurch I don’t listen to Drake, I’m going hunting Got them .35 [?] humming And I’m sipping on a little something-something And I’ma keep, keep, keep, keep it country Mama’s cornbread still bumping And my brother’s always getting into something K5 full of honkies going mudding And I’ma keep, keep, keep, keep it country Left kids and big tit dipping beer, though Is that what these folks think I’m really here for? Hell no, so put your eyes on me and let me tell you what I think Take it how you want it, my opinion [?] blank Hip-hop, what a word, google that term I ain’t a part of any clique or any gang or any [?] I ain’t no damn idiot just begging for a [?] I’m here to tell you how I always be rebelling I used to put [?] in the wheel of my bicycle Now I’m rolling on 35, chill as a icicle Yeah, I came up from nothing, now my phone is constantly buzzing ‘Cause somebody told somebody they had to come tell me something, I’ll love it I’m nothing but a Tennessee country bunking with Cali Colorado, Kentucky and Alabama, bumping, what’s up Small town but I’m doing big sh** (Cheatham County) Backwoods, got it tatted on my skin I don’t listen to Drake, I’m going hunting Got them .35 [?] humming And I’m sipping on a little something-something And I’ma keep, keep, keep, keep it country Mama’s cornbread still bumping And my brother’s always getting into something K5 full of honkies going mudding And I’ma keep, keep, keep, keep it country Tennessee time ticking, Kentucky Fried Chicken Buy Tonky-a** trucks, spray paint it with gears missing I’m on mission of getting people to listen in Dixie And whistle to all the lyrics, a hell of a team spirit I’m caught boy sh** slick but I won’t get stuck Unwrench the guns laying in the back of the truck Hah, to hell with everybody I could stop giving a sh** [?] in the wood there’s no [?] Thunder Row like a Tennessee hailstorm Let the camera flashes fluffy like a river bell, mobile home Put the haters [?] down, [?] some old bricks I’m still a f**ing beast coming out of the damn stix People used to talk me down, now they wanna call me up Exs wanna message me after they done drank enough Talking ’bout they missing me and they never wanna cheat again Sorry I’m too busy laying with a Puerto Rican chick I don’t listen to Drake, I’m going hunting Got them .35 [?] humming And I’m sipping on a little something-something And I’ma keep, keep, keep, keep it country Mama’s cornbread still bumping And my brother’s always getting into something K5 full of honkies going mudding And I’ma keep, keep, keep, keep it country