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letra de where i stand - southern country muzik

[chorus: [?]]
this is where i stand, this is who i am
down in the southland, below the mason dixon
you can have a ball, but don’t jab your jaw
’cause the boys ’round here don’t have no fear of nothin’ at all

[verse 1: [?]]
yeah, come on down, man we havin’ a ball
we ’bout to throw the pig on the pit for all of y’all
i done made a fire, got the wood on deck
just bring the bud light, we ’bout to get redneck
down here in the southland is where we get down
we got the tailgates full of d-mn liquor man
bring the red bull for all of y’all jager fans
dj cannon banyon playin’ all them southern country jams
got the girls all dancin’ like they at a bar
wylin’ out crazy p-ssin’ ’round a mason jar
full of moonshine that tyler wood’s made man
man it’s gettin’ wild out here, man it’s gettin’ crazy

[verse 2: [?]]
yeah, here it goes
one for the country, two for my boes
three for all of those in the camo clothes, you know
that’s how we roll, slammin’ chevrolet doors
makin’ rooster tails fly in the 4×4’s
it’s like five, for all the country folks that can survive
six for the hicks kickin’ it down in the sticks
with some pabst blue ribbon’s and a mouth full of dip
hangin’ out with them s-xy redneck chicks
seven to all our loved ones watchin’ us up in heaven
eight ’cause we gotta make all our days here great
nine put down the shine just tell me when
and ten for all my kin down to do it again

[chorus: [?]]
this is where i stand (yup), this is who i am (sh-t, you know)
down in the southland (down in the southland), below the mason dixon (the mason dixon)
you can have a ball (sure can), but don’t jab your jaw (sh-t, h-ll naw)
’cause the boys ’round here don’t have no fear of nothin’ at all

[verse 3: cap bailey]
i was raised in the southland, raised on [?]
gig frogs, grabbin’ t-ts, all this sh-t i can’t resist
diggin’ holes, mosh pit, old southern rock concerts
i just took a right and now my jaw hurts
cap’ll make ’em drop skirts, chillin’ with the woman
we were kissin’ in the kitchen, i was drinkin’ she was cookin’
i’ve been missin’ where i come from, i gotta get back
just a fat packed lip and a handle full of jack sayin’
i’m from the ar, my name’s cap
flask in my pocket, southern -ss up on my lap, haha
my buddies inked up so i got a couple tats
she can love me for the night but tell her not to get attached

[chorus: [?]]
this is where i stand, this is who i am (yee yee)
down in the southland, below the mason dixon
you can have a ball, but don’t jab your jaw
’cause the boys ’round here don’t have no fear of nothin’ at all

[outro]
that’s right, yee

- southern country muzik

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