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letra de winda tint - upchurch

[verse 1]
pullin’ up six figures with no tag on the trunk
i’m livin’ like i’m ‘posed to, i don’t even sell drugs
but i be on the beaches with a group of georgia peaches
and my pupils lookin’ bigger than my sold-out arenas, ay
lights, camera, action, stuntin’ in contraptions
my h-llcat lifted, the duke of hazard is clappin’
heavyweight fame like i’m dead phil jackson
producers hidin’ beats so my ass don’t jack ’em

[chorus]
southside stunner, my own top gunner
always in the shades like i never get sunburned
yeah i’m with the sh-t, yeah i’m livin’ what i spit
yеah i got that pop on the side of all the winda tint
southsidе stunner, my own top gunner
always in the shades like i never get sunburned
yeah i’m with the sh-t, yeah i’m livin’ what i spit
yeah i got that pop on the side of all the winda tint
[verse 2]
let me get a creek squad, put your skins in the yard
driveway too small for this big boy car
heard that i was fallin’ off, i couldn’t if i tried
numbers doin’ millions, whole career stayin’ high
h-ll my manager’s new car even got red eyes
and that suvvie drive itself when he breakin’ down the pines
hit the seats on recline, cruise control, cloud nine
catch me gettin’ shuteye when we cross the finish line

[chorus]
southside stunner, my own top gunner
always in the shades like i never get sunburned
yeah i’m with the sh-t, yeah i’m livin’ what i spit
yeah i got that pop on the side of all the winda tint
southside stunner, my own top gunner
always in the shades like i never get sunburned
yeah i’m with the sh-t, yeah i’m livin’ what i spit
yeah i got that pop on the side of all the winda tint

[verse 3]
backwoods, half hood, stack paper, stack wood
cash, drugs, all full, my rap mechanics all fuel
river waters diamonds neck got the mud juice
yellin’, “f-ck mainstream” in my guitar pull
bubba got the game scared, rap’s hillbilly, hillbilly
ratchet b-tch, clean but still filthy
folks still my authentic out here in arm’s distance
still whippin’ up in your city to show the world y’all b-tches
[chorus]
southside stunner, my own top gunner
always in the shades like i never get sunburned
yeah i’m with the sh-t, yeah i’m livin’ what i spit
yeah i got that pop on the side of all the winda tint
southside stunner, my own top gunner
always in the shades like i never get sunburned
yeah i’m with the sh-t, yeah i’m livin’ what i spit
yeah i got that pop on the side of all the winda tint

- upchurch

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