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Tennessee Tilt

 

Tennessee Tilt

(album: Chicken Willie - 2016)


These motherfuckers are built not bought, boy!

My fucking light bar and my HIDs keep me stacking up these tickets from the county police
I stay smashing on these bitches cause my truck so clean
Yeah I'm mister put yo girl up in my passenger seat
I got that radio cranked sounding like a damn concert
Tattoos on my skin like I said fuck a job 'fer
Riding as a crew but we rolling as a family
Shout out to Robbie sending Cheatham county riding in this bitch
What you staring at son? AR in the back
Your girlfriend mugging, tell her I said she got a fat ass
Tell her I got that 6 0 blowing all that black smoke
She wanna ride with me if we finna hit that backroad

Chrome on the grill
Lights in the wheels
Paint job looking hotter than a moonshine still
Whole squad squaded up, let me tell you how it feels
Jacked up, sitting back, that's that Tennessee Tilt

Tennessee Tilt
Tennes-Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my county rock that Tennessee Tilt
Tennessee Tilt
T-T-Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my county rock that Tennessee Tilt

It's that Tennessee Tilt
Got a ride with a lean
Like a redneck pimp
Looking country boy clean
I got them windows down while we ridin through the mud
With a jar full of clear and a bag full of loud
Rocking Charlie, Merle and Hank cause I like that old sound
Like that grit, dirt, spit, makin every hit count
Way back in the sticks where it all goes down
If you really wanna know then take a ride through my town
I can call up the squad we can hit a back road
Way back in the holler where nobody else goes
I got that truck sliding sideways, I almost hit a pole
Everybody yelling hell yeah cause we don't say no
Aw yeah, sum'bitch, I don't even know what slow is
In this hillbilly running through this whole showbiz
I'm old school like moonpies and RC car events
Still running round the creek with my old day one friends

Chrome on the grill
Lights in the wheels
Paint job looking hotter than a moonshine still
Whole squad squaded up, let me tell you how that feel
Jacked up, sitting back, that's that Tennessee Tilt

Tennessee Tilt
Tennes-Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my county rock that Tennessee Tilt
Tennessee Tilt
T-T-Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my county rock that Tennessee Tilt

Chrome on the grill
Lights in the wheels
Paint job looking hotter than a moonshine still
Whole squad squaded up, let me tell you how that feel
Jacked up, sitting back, that's that Tennessee Tilt

Tennessee Tilt
Tennes-Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my county rock that Tennessee Tilt
Tennessee Tilt
T-T-Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my county rock that Tennessee Tilt
Tennessee Tilt

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