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Hell Yeah

 

Hell Yeah

(앨범: Heart Of America - 2016)


What these boys want
You want my fan base don't ya

I'm truth big dawg, what you staring at bubba?
Yeah I ram this charmer like I couldn't wait for rubbers
Now everybody grabbing, trying to ask a bunch of questions
When I did the same then they said your boy wasn't impressive
Now my pocket's full of money and I'm trying to dodge the sheriff
Yeah I'll make a million songs but I don't care if y'all don't hear 'em
Real recognize the self like it's looking in the mirror
Yeah I burn like liquor, hot as old mineral spirits
Music row tried to ban me 'cause mama raised a rebel
Pop the clutch, hit the pedal, coming down with all this metal
Yeah I'm talking guns bubba, when I mean that I got several
Southern boy, Christian raised, and I don't make deals with devils

I'm a Dixieland outlaw, rebel-born rule-breaker
Z71 driving, ass kicking name taker
Love being where I'm at, give a damn about a Hollywood
I do it for the stix and keep it real like everybody should

So if you want a gun say, "Hell yeah"
If your neck sunburned say, "Hell yeah"
If your truck got dents say, "Hell yeah"
And if you redneck legit say, "Hell yeah"

Shit I'm a star, 50 more in the back of my truck
13 stripes baby, and they fly as fuck
Hear that true dual pop while I'm banging Kid Rock
American made in Tennessee by the grace of God
And I'm a Chris Kyle t-shirt wearing son of a bitch
And how dare a little hussy try to take my shit
I'm that redneck baby sitting on my throne
A hundred dollar bill smelling like a Auto Zone
Shit fire, cooking steaks I'm steady pissing while the wind blows
All I do is keep it real on hook like a fishing bow
Six string picking while my six gun loaded
Shit it's Mr. Cheatham county bitch and everybody knows it

I'm a Dixieland outlaw, rebel-born rule-breaker
Z71 driving, ass kicking name taker
Love being where I'm at, give a damn about a Hollywood
I do it for the stix and keep it real like everybody should

So if you want a gun say, "Hell yeah"
If your neck sunburned say, "Hell yeah"
If your truck got dents say, "Hell yeah"
And if you redneck legit say, "Hell yeah"

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