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letra de quit lyin' - upchurch

[intro]
yeah
church
two years in this sh-t motherf-ckers
i could either sell out or keep it real
y’all already know what i’m doin’
let the bandplay

[verse 1]
ridin’ through louisiana pistol slid between the seats
safety off one in the chamber go ahead and f-ck with me
i don’t own no comic books but b-tch i got them magazines
and when i stay in these hotels my boys got them ar-15’s
people talkin’ sh-t haters comin’ out the wood work
but they ain’t even ’bout it bring that sh-t out in the road though
if you got somethin’ to say then go and call your orthodontist
you ain’t f-ckin’ with my people that’s one thing i’ll always promise
it’s that rebel flag wavin’ speakers bumpin’ somethin’ southern on ’em
skin i got them honky’s with them dirty harry’s always on ’em
i see people tryin’ to call me but that sh-t ain’t ever gonna work
you messin’ with the legend and i though i already told them boys

[chorus]
when you hear redneck just know they talkin’ ’bout me
yeah my work ethic crazy blame the bags of concrete
see i was workin’ construction now i construct on the mic
i put emotions in these lyrics that i picked up in life
and i be slangin’ mortar mix, cuttin’ tile, hangin’ drywall
payin’ bills and strugglin’ and that’s why i keep it die hard
you don’t know me quit lyin’ motherf-cker
you don’t know me quit lyin’ motherf-cker

[verse 2]
they be like church grew up rich you can tell look at how he dress
how’s he gonna say he country he went out and bought a vette
son i grew up in trailers me and mama penny pinchin’
now i stay providin’ for my family you ain’t gonna end it
i got to much to lose for some punk -ss b-tch
to be talkin’ reckless ’bout me ’cause you won’t do sh-t
and you can ask my old lady yeah i’m nice but do not press my b-ttons
i’m don’t mind to rot in prison my family taken care of buddy
i’m the oldest of four brothers i put albums out like candy bars
i just wanna be myself f-ck actin’ like a superstar
and i ain’t into rappin’ ’bout some sh-t that i ain’t live before
and that’s what separates my sh-t from all you b-tch -ss little boys

[verse 3]
i got like fifty different chevy’s and they all a different shade of grey
i started doin’ country rap the insults start to fade away
your gonna take me serious ’cause you do not even have a choice
well real rednecks emerge when i come and kick it at the shows
whiskey drinkin’ pot smokin’ bible belt up on my waist
pocket full of f-cks that i won’t ever have to give away
and it’s okay if you don’t like me i didn’t even ask you to
you wanna shoot me birds well that’s okay partner then f-ck you too

[outro]
church
man i ain’t got a problem with none of y’all
but what i do got a problem with
is y’all comin’ out to woodwork
actin’ like i’m supposed to do somethin’ for you and cater to you
i ain’t gotta cater to you
i don’t even f-ckin’ know you
so quit actin’ like i f-ckin’ owe you somethin’
’cause i don’t owe you sh-t
church

- upchurch

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