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[Intro: Bubba Sparxxx] Raise hell and eat cornbread, bitch Upchurch and Bubba K bitch [Chorus: Upchurch] I don't listen to Drake, I'm goin' huntin' Got them .35 Mickey T's hummin' And I'm sippin' on a little somethin'-somethin' And I'ma keep, keep, keep, keep it country Mama's cornbread still bumpin' And my brother's always gettin' into somethin' K5 full of honkies goin' muddin' (Damn straight) And I'ma keep, keep, keep, keep it country [Verse 1: Upchurch] Lift kits and big tits, dip and beer, though (Hell naw) 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 shouldn't make a blank (Hell naw) Hick-hop, what a word, google that term I ain't a part of any clique or any gang or any work I ain't no damn idiot just beggin' for acceptance (Hell naw) I'm here to tell you how I always be rebellin' I used to put RC Cans in the wheel of my bicycle Now I'm rolling on 35's, chill as a icicle Yeah, I came up from nothin', now my phone is constantly buzzin' 'Cause somebody told somebody they had to come tell me something, I'll love it I'm nothing but a Tennessee country bumpkin with Cali Colorado, Kentucky and Alabama, bumpin', what's up (Ah yeah) Small town but I'm doin' big shit (Cheatham County) Backwoods, got it tatted on my skin [Chorus: Upchurch] I don't listen to Drake, I'm goin' huntin' Got them .35 Mickey T's hummin' And I'm sippin' on a little somethin'-somethin' And I'ma keep, keep, keep, keep it country Mama's cornbread still bumpin' And my brother's always gettin' into somethin' K5 full of honkies goin' muddin' (You already know it, you already know it) And I'ma keep, keep, keep, keep it country [Verse 2: Upchurch] Tennessee time tickin', Kentucky Fried Chicken Buy a junky ass truck, spray paint it, with gears missin' I'm on mission of gettin' people to listen in Dixie And whistle to all the lyrics, the hell of a team spirit I'm cold boy shit slick but I won't get stuck Unregistered guns layin' in the back of the truck Hah, to hell with everybody I could stop givin' a shit (Fuck It) My neck of the woods is known to be super thick Th-th-thunder roll like a Tennessee hailstorm Let the camera flashes flood you like a river bound mobile home Cut the haters, knock me down, wallow some old bricks I'm still a fuckin' beast comin' out of the damn sticks (Ah yeah) People used to talk me down, now they wanna call me up Ex's wanna message me after they done drank enough Talkin' 'bout they miss me and they never wanna cheat again Sorry I'm too busy layin' with a Puerto Rican chick [Chorus: Upchurch] I don't listen to Drake, I'm going huntin' Got them .35 Mickey T's hummin' And I'm sippin' on a little somethin'-somethin' And I'ma keep, keep, keep, keep it country Mama's cornbread still bumpin' And my brother's always gettin' into somethin' K5 full of honkies goin' muddin' (Goin' muddin') And I'ma keep, keep, keep, keep it country [Verse 3: Bubba Sparxxx] B U double B A 'Round the world 30 times still country he stay (He stay) Out in Nashville we're stuffin' D Wade Just up in Cheatham County to hunt for three days (Three days) With Upchurch it must hurt to know (Woo) The next schedule's rockin' with the first to show (What) These country boys know how to get get get it Made me 20 mil but I spent spent spent it On trucks and guns and it was fun Never waste time or regret the shit is done (Nope) I've been known to chatter and never matter Haters hate it when you keep goin' they never sadder Them Mickey T's still hummin' and hummin' And that Bubba K shit still bumpin' and sumptin' Small towns and all around the US We keep it country dog 'cause that is what we do best [Chorus: Upchurch] I don't listen to Drake, I'm goin' huntin' Got them .35 Mickey T's hummin' And I'm sippin' on a little somethin'-somethin' And I'ma keep, keep, keep, keep it country Mama's cornbread still bumpin' And my brother's always gettin' into somethin' K5 full of honkies goin' muddin' (Damn straight) And I'ma keep, keep, keep, keep it country

 

Vertaling

[Intro: Bubba Sparxxx] Raise hell and eat cornbread, bitch Upchurch and Bubba K bitch [Refrein: Upchurch] I don't listen to Drake, I'm goin' huntin' Got them .35 Mickey T's hummin' And I'm sippin' on a little somethin'-somethin' And I'ma keep, keep, keep it country Mama's cornbread still bumpin' And my brother's always gettin' in somethin' K5 full of honkies goin' muddin' (Damn straight) And I'ma keep, keep, keep it country [Verse 1: Upchurch] Lift kits and big tits, dip and beer, though (Hell naw) Is dat waar deze mensen denken dat ik hier echt voor ben? Hell no, so put your eyes on me and let me tell you what I think Neem het hoe je het wilt, mijn mening zou geen blanco moeten maken. Hick-hop, wat een woord, google die term I ain't a part of any clique or any gang or any work I ain't no damn idiot just beggin for acceptance (Hell naw) I'm here to tell you how I always be rebellin' I used to put RC Cans in the wheel of my bicycle Now I'm rolling on 35's, chill as a icicle Yeah, I came up from nothin', now my phone is constantly buzzin' 'Cause somebody told somebody they had to come tell me something, I'll love it I'm nothing but a Tennessee country bumpkin with Cali Colorado, Kentucky en Alabama, bumpin', what's up (Ah yeah) Small town but I'm doin' big shit (Cheatham County) Backwoods, got it tatted on my skin [Refrein: Upchurch] I don't listen to Drake, I'm goin' huntin' Got them .35 Mickey T's hummin' And I'm sippin' on a little somethin'-somethin' And I'ma keep, keep, keep it country Mama's cornbread still bumpin' And my brother's always gettin' in somethin' K5 full of honkies goin' muddin' (Je weet het al, je weet het al) And I'ma keep, keep, keep it country [Verse 2: Upchurch] Tennessee time tickin', Kentucky Fried Chicken Buy a junky ass truck, spray paint it, with gears missin' I'm on mission of gettin' people to listen in Dixie And whistle to all the lyrics, the hell of a team spirit I'm cold boy shit slick but I won't get stuck Ongeregistreerde wapens liggen achter in de truck Hah, to hell with everybody I could stop givin' a shit (Fuck It) Mijn deel van het bos staat bekend als super dik Th-th-thunder roll like a Tennessee hailstorm Let the camera flashes flood you like a river bound mobile home Cut the haters, knock me down, wallow some old bricks I'm still a fuckin' beast comin' out of the damn sticks (Ah yeah) Mensen praatten me vroeger naar beneden, nu willen ze me omhoog roepen Ex'en willen me berichten nadat ze genoeg gedronken hebben Praten over dat ze me missen en dat ze nooit meer vreemd willen gaan Sorry I'm too busy layin' with a Puerto Rican chick [Chorus: Upchurch] I don't listen to Drake, I'm going huntin' Got them .35 Mickey T's hummin' And I'm sippin' on a little somethin'-somethin' And I'ma keep, keep, keep it country Mama's cornbread still bumpin' And my brother's always gettin' in somethin' K5 full of honkies goin' muddin' (Gaan modderen) And I'ma keep, keep, keep it country [Verse 3: Bubba Sparxxx] B U dubbel B A 'Rond de wereld 30 keer nog steeds country hij blijft (Hij blijft) Out in Nashville we're stuffin' D Wade Just up in Cheatham County to hunt for three days (Drie dagen) With Upchurch it must hurt to know (Woo) The next schedule's rockin' with the first to show (Wat) Deze plattelandsjongens weten hoe ze het moeten krijgen. Maakte me 20 mil maar ik spendeerde het Aan trucks en geweren en het was leuk. Verspil nooit tijd en heb nooit spijt als het gedaan is. Ik sta bekend om te kletsen en het maakt nooit uit. Haters haten het als je doorgaat, ze zijn nooit verdrietiger. Die Mickey T's neuriën nog steeds. And that Bubba K shit still bumpin' and sumptin' Small towns and all around the US We keep it country dog 'cause that is what we do best [Chorus: Upchurch] I don't listen to Drake, I'm goin' huntin' Got them .35 Mickey T's hummin' And I'm sippin' on a little somethin'-somethin' And I'ma keep, keep, keep it country Mama's cornbread still bumpin' And my brother's always gettin' in somethin' K5 full of honkies goin' muddin' (Damn straight) And I'ma keep, keep, keep it country