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letra de tiller gang (remix) - redneck souljers

[intro: fatt tarr & big k!ll & ]
redneck souljers, ’bout to tell y’all how to till boe
yeah, ’bout to give it up
’cause i’m drunker than h-ll, ’bout to till the yard up
where the h-ll my troy belt at? off my natty ass too d-mnit boy

[chorus: fatt tarr & ]
tiller
tiller
tiller
tiller
tiller
tiller
tiller
tiller
and you know i’m reppin’ tiller, on my way from idaho
you know i’m diggin’ taters, ain’t foolin’ with cherries, no
we only get big ‘maters and we till it up so you know we don’t need no gang ho
’cause we tiller gang boe
[verse 1: fatt tarr]
got my wallet, left my house, bought a rear tine
old model troy belt will till it just fine
twenty foot wide, h-ll i’m tillin’ everywhere
camo hat, keep the dirt up out my d-mn hair
they love me in the co-op with my sh-t boots
me and all my tillers pullin’ up the best roots
sassafras grass from the south east
oh you down to till? buddy, foller me
moonshine in my veins i’m swerving out my lanes
plowin’ up my crops b-tch i’m reppin’ tiller gang
drink ’til i’m insane hope this shine ain’t blowin’ up
only jars if you tiller baby hold ’em up
high boots, big shucks, fatt tarr, redneck souljers and you know it’s us
that green and yellow pulls up
them boys ain’t no count so they ain’t close to us
we till a hundred plot son, you know what’s up

[chorus: fatt tarr & ]
tiller
tiller
tiller
tiller
tiller
tiller
tiller
tiller
and you know i’m reppin’ tiller, on my way from idaho
you know i’m diggin’ taters, ain’t foolin’ with cherries, no
we only get big ‘maters and we till it up
so you know we don’t need no gang ho
’cause we tiller gang boe
[verse 2: big k!ll]
struck a well like [?] i’m rich boe
all my tillers down to plow we get the job done
k!llin’ acres in the field til they can’t twirl
i’m the boss and my b-tch look like a hooters girl
matter of fact i talk sh-t ’cause i’m sl!ck as [?]
on the real we on the hd color
all my hats are different colors
all i do is use ’em once and hand ’em off to my brother
john deere, power steer
run this field no sweat (h-ll nah)
big k!ll, gon’ till the best
throw your corn at what you smoke when you fl!ckin them lighters
till recognize till and my boy you a sl!cker
got a glass full of shine but shack full of liquor
a shed full of hoes and a gang full of tillers

[chorus: fatt tarr & ]
tiller
tiller
tiller
tiller
tiller
tiller
tiller
tiller
and you know i’m reppin’ tiller, on my way from idaho
you know i’m diggin’ taters, ain’t foolin’ with cherries, no
we only get big ‘maters and we till it up
so you know we don’t need no gang ho
’cause we tiller gang boe
[verse 3: c-hubb]
c-hubb from that tiller gang
i voted for john mccain
john mccain, i done told you my d-mn name
c (who?) hubb (woo!)
look at all the dirt these tillers moved
tillin’ all the rows with you know who
it’s tiller gang, we fishin’ sleuths
cussin’ fightin’ (dang shine)
fussin’, rappin (dang shine)
tell us hubb (dang shine)
’bout tiller gang (hang tight)
wait a minuet gotta finish up the last row
so i can put the tiller up and get my bass boat
we can take ‘er out with the tiller gang boe
no women, no kids just take it slow
five horse power, long life
till four hours, h-ll all night
turn them tillers on and grab yourself a jar
husqvarna [?] will till this whole yard
southern women love us h-ll the fellows too
if you ain’t heard of us well son-b-tch you will soon
what up boy we doin’ big things
redneck souljers and you know we reppin’ tiller gang

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