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letra de shoot the moon - upchurch

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[chorus: bb swing]
just sittin’ around that campfire
more moonshine than a dump truck
some southern boys with them southern toys
we shoot the moon ’til the sun’s up
got no time and no mud ducks
just tall gr-ss and a pickup truck
’cause southern boys, we kick up dust
and shoot the moon ’til the sun’s up
yeah

[verse 1: upchurch]
tailgates droppin’ like panties at the sundown
taillights circle in the middle of a cornfield
underage drinkin’, get stupid off of old crown
everybody, shut up, you ain’t hearin’ no sound
cl!ck clack bang sittin’ in my back gl-ss
boots hit the mud even if i see a blue flash
cops ain’t catchin’ me, i’ma swim across a river
water so d-mn dark, can’t even see my finger
soaking wet barefoot in the woods with the critters
walk twenty miles home empty bottle of some liquor
call my little brother just to get home a little quicker
city cops kinda sl!ck but bubba i’m sl!cker
my accent thicker, chevy with some kickers
and if you a redneck then you probably got my stickers
had a dream of rappin’ back in 2006
now i’m reppin’ sick sh-t about these good old sticks

[chorus: bb swing]
just sittin’ around that campfire
more moonshine than a dump truck
some southern boys with them southern toys
we shoot the moon ’til the sun’s up
got no time and no mud ducks
just tall gr-ss and a pickup truck
’cause southern boys, we kick up dust
and shoot the moon ’til the sun’s up
yeah

[verse 2: upchurch]
six gun sh-t like i’m john wayne
like hank hill with propane, i done lit the flame
everybody does it just not the same
hip hop comin’ straight up outta dixieland
moonshine sippin’, guitar pickin’
mud in the wheels, slippin’ transmission
ain’t got much but i treat it like gold
got change in the jar and the jack ice cold
got gas in the tank, got guns in the safe
my house kinda lookin’ like a military base
cattle gate straight shut with a big -ss padlock
no tresp-ssin’, got it posted on my mailbox
big field, big truck, tall gr-ss, big buck
pop a cap up in his chest, dude we fittin’ to grill him up?
country folks gettin’ down, reppin’ our small town
sittin’ on a tailgate, p-ssin’ round hot brown

[chorus: bb swing]
just sittin’ around that campfire
more moonshine than a dump truck
some southern boys with them southern toys
we shoot the moon ’til the sun’s up
got no time and no mud ducks
just tall gr-ss and a pickup truck
’cause southern boys, we kick up dust
and shoot the moon ’til the sun’s up
yeah

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