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letra de raised on cornbread - twang and round

raised on cornbread lyrics
[chorus: tw-ng]
hoo-raised on that cornbread
while they call me corn fed
southern as a homestead
they say i make my own bed
i’ll lay in it and rest for a while
i’m slangin’ mud in her face down that long country mile
raised on that cornbread
while they call me corn fed
southern as a homestead
they say i make my own bed
i’ll lay in it and rest for a while
i’m slangin’ mud in her face down that long country mile

[verse 1: tw-ng]
simple livin’ in the boondocks
love the way the base knocks
mission is to find all the country girl’s g-spots
rappin’ ’bout them jacked up trucks and tailgates
diggin’ ditches all day in the hot summer rain
farmer’s tan sun-kissed and its just how live
[?] watch it happen ’cause you get what you give
after a hard day’s work i need my six little friends:
barley, hops, and some shots easin’ all the hard knocks
tangled up in the bass line never had a hard time
findin’ me a good time at every single state line
last call closin’ time wanna take a ride with me
fishin’ in the dark underneath a row of maple trees
[chorus: tw-ng]
raised on that cornbread
while they call me corn fed
southern as a homestead
they say i make my own bed
i’ll lay in it and rest for a while
i’m slangin’ mud in her face down that long country mile
raised on that cornbread
while they call me corn fed
southern as a homestead
they say i make my own bed
i’ll lay in it and rest for a while
i’m slangin’ mud in her face down that long country mile

[verse 2: round]
cornbread corn fed beastin’ like a [?] bull
never had a problem empty plates and they stacked full
makin’ marks like a neon sharpie [?]
with cadie loaded up full of horses with some heart
round my neck of the woods i keep it clean
posted up in the cut sippin’ shine ’til i’m lean
lil’ mama’s daisy dukes yeah they bouncin’ to the beat
trend setter nothin’ better camouflage and my sneaks
yeah, little round on the beat
choppin’ [?] roastin’ on at high heat
808s bangin’ leavin’ pot holes in the streets
they say i made my bed fitted sheets where i sleep
[chorus: tw-ng]
raised on that cornbread
while they call me corn fed
southern as a homestead
they say i make my own bed
i’ll lay in it and rest for a while
i’m slangin’ mud in her face down that long country mile
raised on that cornbread
while they call me corn fed
southern as a homestead
they say i make my own bed
i’ll lay in it and rest for a while
i’m slangin’ mud in her face down that long country mile

[verse 3: bottleneck]
c-c-c ornbread and fish grits, mud boggin’ misfit
raised on that country thing, cornmeal i whip it
homegrown down a back road
fat, back, and neck bones; cane poles and clay holes
that’s where we call home
sippin’ water, crackin’ wood
where the corn whiskey’s good
and i can smell the sweet southern bread through my neighborhood
mud on her face while i’m singin’ like [?] wheel
raised on that cornbread high like a pig squeal
old moonshine still burnin’ in my back yard
come on bring your mud truck and fill your mason jar
muscadine wine, hind-quarters, we got good crop
raised on that cornbread out in the boondocks
[chorus: tw-ng]
raised on that cornbread
while they call me corn fed
southern as a homestead
they say i make my own bed
i’ll lay in it and rest for a while
i’m slangin’ mud in her face down that long country mile
raised on that cornbread
while they call me corn fed
southern as a homestead
they say i make my own bed
i’ll lay in it and rest for a while
i’m slangin’ mud in her face down that long country mile

- twang and round

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