Sting – Bring On The Night Lyrics

The afternoon has gently passed me by
The evening spreads its sail against the sky
Waiting for tomorrow, just another day
God bid yesterday good-bye

Bring on the night
I couldn’t spend another hour of daylight
Bring on the night
I couldn’t stand another hour of daylight

The future is but a question mark
Hangs above my head, there in the dark

Can’t see for the brightness is staring me blind
God bid yesterday good-bye

Bring on the night
I couldn’t spend another hour of daylight
Bring on the night
I couldn’t stand another hour of daylight

I couldn’t spend another hour of daylight
I couldn’t stand another hour of daylight

Upchurch – How I Shine Lyrics

[Intro]
Band, Band, Band
Yeah
I never had a clue, I never had a clue
Oh no, yeah

[Chorus]
I never had a clue my life would end up like this
Just a dude out chasin’ dreams, hometown deep off in the sticks
And they said, it won’t work, why you wastin’ so much time
I told ’em let the fog clear and I’ma show you how I shine, okay

[Verse 1]
Teachers, peers, friends, exes used to tell me I was lame
Now every time they on Facebook they gotta see my ass on stage
Makin’ a name, doing my thing
Reppin’ the place where all of us stay
Now every time you hear Cheatham County
What you think of, it’s probably my face
Yeah it’s my face, yeah it’s my songs
It’s probably the Billboard charts up on my wall
And they in my DM like, let’s hit the mall
When they never backed me for nothing at all
And I ain’t the guy that you could just call
My ego the same, my circle is small
I know who my team is, it ain’t none of y’all
So rest in peace to the folks in this song

[Chorus]
I never had a clue my life would end up like this
Just a dude out chasin’ dreams, hometown deep off in the sticks
And they said, it won’t work, why you wastin’ so much time
I told ’em let the fog clear and I’ma show you how I shine, okay

I-I-I never had a clue my life would end up like this
Just a dude out chasin’ dreams, hometown deep off in the sticks
And they said, it won’t work, why you wastin’ so much time
I told ’em let the fog clear and I’ma show you how I shine, okay

[Verse 2]
Honestly I gotta give it to my fans
They’re the ones who always keep me goin’ forward

Since back when I was makin’ videos of my two-tone dealin’ white Fords
Slippin’ transmission, no cash for gas
They seen the heart, they seen me start
They see me now and that’s why the hell
I’m right here on the mic rappin’ for ’em
I was goin’ down the wrong road
No direction, no destination, nor a place to go
And I ain’t gotta lie, no need for none of that bullshit sugar coat
Now I’m out here on the pavement givin’ back what
All these folks come and gave to me
That’s inspiration to go be somethin’
I’d trade sellin’ out for being me
Yeah, I’m a go-getter, done got it
Music on iTunes and it’s on and poppin’
Ain’t no other country rappers ’round to top me
I stay eating y’all like IHOP in the mornin’
Sayin’ bring the heat, but all I do is scorch it
‘Less you’re family or fans you’re not important
I stay gettin’ stoned on front and back porches
All I’m waitin’ for is Nashville’s red carpet

[Chorus]
I never had a clue my life would end up like this
Just a dude out chasin’ dreams, hometown deep off in the sticks
And they said, it won’t work, why you wastin’ so much time
I told ’em let the fog clear and I’ma show you how I shine, okay

I-I-I never had a clue my life would end up like this
Just a dude out chasin’ dreams, hometown deep off in the sticks
And they said, it won’t work, why you wastin’ so much time
I told ’em let the fog clear and I’ma show you how I shine, okay

[Outro]
I’ma show you how I shine, okay, I’ma show you how I shine, okay
I’ma show you how I shine today, oh yeah, Church

Perry Como – Hoop-dee-doo Lyrics

Hoop-dee-doo, hoop-dee-doo
I hear a polka and my troubles are through
Hoop-dee-doo, hoop-dee-dee
This kind of music is like heaven to me
Hoop-dee-doo, hoop-dee-doo
Has got me higher than a kite
Hand me down my soup and fish
I am gonna get my wish
Hoop-dee-doin’ it tonight

When there’s a trombone playin’
I get a thrill, I always will
When there’s a concertina stretched about a mile
I always smile ’cause that’s my style
When there’s a fiddle in the middle
Oh, it really is a riddle how he plays a tune so sweet
Plays a tune so sweet that I could die
Lead me to the floor and hear me yell for more
‘Cause I’m a hoop-dee-doin’ kind of guy

(Hoop-dee-doo), hoop-dee-doo
(Hoop-dee-doo), hoop-de-doo
(I hear a polka and my troubles are through)
Ha, ha, ha
(Hoop-dee-doo), hoop-dee-doo
(Hoop-dee-dee) hoop-de-dee
(This kind of music is like heaven to me)

Oh, hoop-dee-doo (hoop-hee-doo)
Hoop-dee-doo (hoop-Dee-Doo)

Has got me higher than a kite
Hand me down my soup and fish
I am gonna get my wish
Hoop-dee-doin’ it tonight

(When there’s a trombone playin’)
Ah, ha, ha, ha
(He gets a thrill)
I get a thrill, I always will
(He always will)
(When there’s a concertina stretched about a mile
I always smile (You’ll see him smile)
‘Cause that’s my style (Oh, that’s his style)
When there’s a fiddle in the middle
Oh, it really is a riddle how he plays a tune so sweet
(Plays a tune so sweet that we could die)
Ah, yes lead me to the floor and hear me yell for more
‘Cause I’m a hoop-dee-doin’ kind of guy

Ooooh, hoop-dee-doo, hoop-dee-doo
It’s got us higher than a kite
They’re in clover, we’re in bloom
When we’re dancin’ give us room
Hoop-de-doin’ it with all of our might
Rain may fall and snow may come
Nothin’s gonna stop us from
Hoop-dee-doin’ it
Hoop-dee-doin’ it
Hoop-dee-doin’ it tonight

Lil’ Duke – Can’t Sleep Lyrics (feat. Young Thug)

[Hook]
World tourin’ around the globe on the way home
Can’t wait to see you
Maision Martin Coat, Jewels froze like a igloo
You know how it goes
I just walked you out your clothes
When I seen you, when I seen you
I’m sippin’ lean but I can barely see you
On Miley Cyrus I can barely eat
I’m a young mogul I can’t roam the streets
They done f*cke around let me in lets have a feast (Ok Ok Turn Up)
Pull out AK’s if you playin’ with me
All my niggas shooting they sprayin with me
I brought the black Ku Klux Klan with me
She jump in that bitch get a leash
I paid my lawyer not takin no pleas
Bae get on that dick and ride like a ski
Middle of the summer my ice is on freeze

[Verse 1]
Drink something with lean
Checkout my passport I’m goin to Belize
Lil baby from Paris wanna f*ck me to sleep
Suck on that, get on her knees
Used to be broke now I’m stacking cheese
Yeah I’m a fool with that Mac and we having cheese
Like how the f*ck you made a million dollars
Say you came from the projects and didn’t go to college
I did not graduate but I got knowledge
Activas stack it up boy thats your profit
Broke and you running round cappin just stop it
I came from Cali wrappin them boxes
Stuck it and She call me daddy now
Give her that dick on the patio
Straight out the three with her Daddio
I can not f*ck with no ratchet hoe

[Hook]
World tourin’ around the world can’t wait to see you
Maision Martin Coat, Jewels froze like a igloo, 
I just walk you out your clothes
When I seen you, when I seen you
I’m sipping lean but I can barely sleep
On Miley Cyrus I can barely eat

I’m a young mogul I came from the streets
They done f*cked around and let me in lets have a feast (Ok Ok Turn Up)
Pull out AK’s if you playin’ with me
All my niggas they shooting they sprayin with me
I brought the black Ku Klux Klan with me
You cuffing that bitch get a leash
I paid my lawyer not takin no pleas
Bad get on that dick and ride like a ski
Middle of summer my ice is on freeze

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Middle of the summer my ice is on chiller cooler
I just took out a hundred bands and bought me a Muller
Niggas tired of wearing jewelry
Niggas be tired of pulling moves
Niggas be tied up with the crew
Nigga’ll be tied up til he through
Duffle with gla glah glah, what is the cost cost cost
Beyonce Formation in his jaw, niggas be running with the cops
Tell him to gun ya down never stop, nigga hell yeah pop!
‘Bout to Go Justin Timber with the forks
I went and seen a ruby with these rocks
We just be sitting around plotting when you getting out ya
A nigga gotta base everything around the time your in debt
It was hard but I just went prayed to god
And he pulled everybody out the ward

[Hook]
I’m sippin’ lean but I can barely see you
On Miley Cyrus I can barely eat
I’m a young mogul I can’t roam the streets
They done let us in lets have a feast (Ok Ok Turn Up)
Pull out AK’s if you playin’ with me
All my niggas shootin’ they sprayin’ with me
I brought the black Ku Klux Klan with me
She jump in that bitch get a leash
I paid my lawyer not takin no pleas
Bad get on that dick and ride like a ski
Middle of the summer my ice is on freeze

Upchurch – White Trash Lyrics

[Intro]
I’m white trash, I’m white trash
Church hahaha
I’m white trash, Church
I’m white trash, Church
I’m white trash, Church, hahaha

[Chorus]
So let me crack my beer, let me smoke my joint
Mind your own f*ckin’ business it’s my life to enjoy
I wanna be a rockstar, head bangin’ up on my cymbals
Startin’ shit and breakin’ bottles at half of my booked venues

I’m white trash, (White trash) I’m white trash (White trash)
High class but you know I’m white trash (White trash)
White trash, (White trash) white trash (White trash)
High class but you know I’m white trash, motherf*cker

[Verse 1]
My truck sittin’ high like a house in Louisiana
I’m a beast but never played through your car antennas
Had deals so damn shitty I’d rather bathe inside a septic tank
I started last year but now I’m somewhere high up on the rank
Dirty white boy spittin’ Copenhagen rhythms
Talkin’ slow, rappin’ fast, go ahead and count the syllables
I say point blank shit and stuff you catch is subliminal
Got tattoos upon my body but I never been a criminal
I’m high class, white trash sweepin’ weed up off my dash
Police tappin’ on my window telling me they smell the grass
Smoke rollin’ out the car like Kurt Cobain in the 80’s
But my eyes sittin’ low like my name’s Layne Staley

[Chorus]
So let me crack my beer, let me smoke my joint
Mind your own f*ckin’ business it’s my life to enjoy
I wanna be a rockstar, head bangin’ up on my cymbals
Startin’ shit and breakin’ bottles at half of my booked venues

I’m white trash, (White trash) I’m white trash (White trash)
High class but you know I’m white trash (White trash)
White trash, (White trash) white trash (White trash)
High class but you know I’m white trash, motherf*cker

[Verse 2]
I made myself famous ’cause I wanted a change
Now everybody grabbin’ saddles like they ridin’ my name
And they wanna claim some credit where no effort was made
But I’m that motherf*cker shinin’ in these rooms full of shade
Yeah, redneck pullin’ up in a gun metal ‘Vette
Headbangin’ to Pantera with a strap on my lap
So go ahead approach my doors like we both best friends
Get some nine milli’ rounds planted up in your ribs
I’m on that zero f*cks given, consequences don’t exist
Popularity drives me crazy, that’s why all my trucks got tint
I pay tickets once a month so I can go out to dinner
On my Brad Pitt shit so quit hatin’ on this old sinner
So bitch

[Chorus]
So let me crack my beer, let me smoke my joint
Mind your own f*ckin’ business it’s my life to enjoy
I wanna be a rockstar, head bangin’ up on my cymbals
Startin’ shit and breakin’ bottles at half of my booked venues

I’m white trash, (White trash) I’m white trash (White trash)
High class but you know I’m white trash (White trash)
White trash, (White trash) white trash (White trash)
High class but you know I’m white trash, motherf*cker

So let me crack my beer, let me smoke my joint
Mind your own f*ckin’ business it’s my life to enjoy
I wanna be a rockstar, head bangin’ up on my cymbals
Startin’ shit and breakin’ bottles at half of my booked venues

I’m white trash, (White trash) I’m white trash (White trash)
High class but you know I’m white trash (White trash)
White trash, (White trash) white trash (White trash)
High class but you know I’m white trash, motherf*cker
(White trash, white trash, I’m white trash)
(I’m white trash, I’m white trash, I’m white trash)

Upchurch – All Night Long Lyrics

[Intro]
Band, Band, Band
BandPlay
All night long

[Verse 1]
She use to hop in my truck, change all my stations
Tell me to leave them black marks on her hometown pavement
Sing along to the jams that play ’bout a million times on the radio
And tell me baby, sing along, but before I ever go

[Chorus]
I get lost in your eyes, fall to your lips
Pull over on a one-lane for one single kiss
And every time I hear one of those Jake Owen songs
It makes me wanna come pick you up and drive around all night long
All night long, all night

[Verse 2]
We would burn up them back roads and slow down for the five-o
I come and pick you up the destination damn it girl we’d never know
Soakin’ up these memories in the midnight air
Now every time I pick you up I can’t help but stare

[Chorus]
I get lost in your eyes, fall to your lips
Pull over on a one-lane for one single kiss
And every time I hear one of those Jake Owen songs

It makes me wanna come pick you up and drive around all night long
(Church-Church-Church)
All night long, all night long
(Church)

[Verse 3]
All night long, I don’t let the neighbors sleep
I treat every road like a checkered flag’s at the end
Little thing, women lookin’ hotter than Daytona
Puff-passin’ with me on some next county marijuana
Hair in the wind like of them magazine covers
And the way she lookin’ at me make me wanna burn some rubber
Keep a picture of her sittin’ on the tach of my dash
Because every time I see her I gotta get to her fast

[Chorus]
I get lost in your eyes, fall to your lips
Pull over on a one-lane for one single kiss
And every time I hear one of those Jake Owen songs
It makes me wanna come pick you up and drive around all night long
All night long, all night long
All night long, all night long
(All night long, all night long)

Perry Como – Song Of Songs Lyrics

Do you recall that night in June when first we met?
Do you remember Love the words we spoke?
Have you forgotten all the tender vows we made
in the silent magical moonbeams light?

Gone are the golden dreams
with summer roses,
And all of our tender-est vows
were made but to be broken . . .

Song of songs,
Song of memory,
and broken melody of love and life
nevermore to me

can that melody
fill the heart
with the joy once it knew . . .

Oh night of bliss, night of June and love
beneath the stars amid the roses . . .
Oh dream of delight that faded at dawn
Oh song of songs,
Oh night of bliss,
When you were my whole world of love!

[instrumental break]

When you were my whole world of love . . .
Of love!

Chris Travis – Everything You Said Lyrics (feat. Bones)

[Verse 1: Bones]
Every night I stay up getting high
'Til the point where my body is falling asleep
Gotta catch up on my eyes
I can't show you I'm struggling, sick of counting sheep
Even days when I'm feeling down, low
I don't let the blunt hit the ground, no
WaterSesh bumping louder than a trumpet
Think they didn't know us but now they know
Now in a crowd, there is nowhere to go
Turned an empty room into a sold-out show
Now they bring us up like 'Oh, I know'
They got it, all they wanted, did it all alone

[Verse 2: Chris Travis]
I see you from a far
Girl, you've been in my heart
I don't know where to start
I just caught on so sharp
I look you in your eye
[?]
These days are so strange

I just need you to be there
Need to know that you care
(Instrumental)
[Electronic Voice]
WaterSesh

[Hook: Bones]
Every little thing you said
Spinning in my head
Every little thing you said
Spinning in my head

[Verse 3: Chris Travis]
I'm just rolling through, not patrolling you
Couple waves ahead, I might be over you
Say I'm overdue, can't feel overused
She was with me at that moment so she's posted too
On my side at the time I was still a troop
Breaking rules on the move but I never removed
These days I can say give me 10 or 2
I play to win, I lose
I get in, I snooze

[Hook: Bones]
Every little thing you said
Spinning in my head
Every little thing you said
Spinning in my head

Lil’ Duke – Hard Work Lyrics (feat. Nechie)

[Intro: Lil Duke]
Yea L.A., smoke the good weed, ya dig?

[Hook: Lil Duke]
Hard work pays off
Hell, we don’t get no days off
Knock ’em right off and go hide in the loft
I had to come up, make myself a boss
Everyday hustling like I’m Rick Ross
Ferrari kit you could hit it, it’s off
Believing in God, I iced out the cross
Got choppers on choppers you better not cross
I got [?] on [?]
Hit ’em up then we gon’ pay for the cost
Thottie, she don’t give a f*ck what it costs
Nigga we winning, we do not take loss
Got a couple bad bitches in Boston
She like to suck it right out of me
I keep it on me like I hit the lottery
I came from nothing, I grew up in poverty

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
I came from nothing, I was dead broke
Prices get cheaper when they come on boat
My bitch is so bad, she like it in her throat
Givenchy all white, I’m dressing like the Pope
My bitches on greenlight, them bitches on go
White bitches snorting the coke
I never seen a bitch there when I go
We on the road and we selling out shows
Told you before that it’s bros over hoes
Got me a drink and I pour up a four
Roll in the back was so fat that I choke
I’m a young boss, I’m in L.A. with loads
I don’t talk two-faced, you listen too slow
Baby come f*ck me and suck me and go
She suck on that dick like a muh’f*cking pro
She like my demeanor, pull up in a ghost
Counting up racks and checks everyday
She said she like my style in every way
You want a feature, then you got to pay
You ain’t talking money, you out of place
Got a new Uzi, I’ll blow you to space
Pay for that case and just throw it away
Right at them puppet, we toting them K
Stack up that money to see better days

[Hook: Lil Duke]
Hard work pays off
Hell, we don’t get no days off
Knock ’em right off and go hide in the loft
I had to come up, make myself a boss
Everyday hustling like I’m Rick Ross
Ferrari [?] you could hit it, it’s off

Believing in God, I iced out the cross
Got choppers on choppers you better not cross
I got [?] on [?]
Hit ’em up then we gon’ pay for the cost
Thottie, she don’t give a f*ck what it costs
Nigga we winning, we do not take loss
Got a couple bad bitches in Boston
She like to suck it right out of me
I keep it on me like I hit the lottery
I came from nothing, I grew up in poverty

[Verse 2: Nechie]
Nechie shining, see the diamond glisten
Hit a nigga with a stolen glizzy
32 shot let it pop out the Glock
Hop out that drop and I pop at yo’ top
I take up yo’ block, [?]
f*ck a scale, nigga buy a bale
I just bought my nigga out of jail
He caught a body, he ain’t f*cking tell
Had me water, yeah I need a well
Bought the foreign just to fishtail
Forgiato, yeah they blowing kisses
Skrrt skrrt, on you monkey bitches
Banana clip for you monkey niggas
All my shooters, yeah they Reggie Miller
I just flooded me another bezel
Diamonds singing like they Bryson Tiller
Hard work, bitch, hard work
Make her suck it ’till her jaw hurt
Shoot the glizzy ’till my palm hurt
Catch you lacking, you gon’ hit the dirt
I just made a 50 off of merch
I just made a 50 off of percs
I done made a 50 off of lean
I’m a motherf*cking trap king

[Hook: Lil Duke]
Hard work pays off
Hell, we don’t get no days off
Knock ’em right off and go hide in the loft
I had to come up, make myself a boss
Everyday hustling like I’m Rick Ross
Ferrari [?] you could hit it, it’s off
Believing in God, I iced out the cross
Got choppers on choppers you better not cross
I got [?] on [?]
Hit ’em up then we gon’ pay for the cost
Thottie, she don’t give a f*ck what it costs
Nigga we winning, we do not take loss
Got a couple bad bitches in Boston
She like to suck it right out of me
I keep it on me like I hit the lottery
I came from nothing, I grew up in poverty

Upchurch – Show Off Lyrics

[Intro]
Church
Ain’t no stoppin’ me, boy
It’s the Churchman bitch
Oh yeah Let the BandPlay

[Verse 1]
Either they hate ’cause I’m white
Or ’cause I rap with all that southern twang
Or ’cause I murder gaudy beats and I don’t even break a sweat
They say that you can’t mix country with no type of that hip hop
Tell that to my 808’s bangin’ out that rag top
‘Cause I stay pullin’ up in that ‘Vette, AR loaded off that safety
Punk-ass tell me what I should do
Well, bitch cracker come make me
Yeah, my neck red like a sunburn, my collar blue like Foxworthy
I tell a valet in Nashville, them new wheels, don’t f*ckin’ curb it
And I walk into a five star with a five star like I own the place
Every person in Music City with a big career know my face
And I’m still rockin’ last year’s clothes
Got dip stains in the same place
Poor white boy with a mic now
Will cost more than when I sleep, yeah

[Chorus]
Because I’m winnin’ right now and they know it (Know it)
They mean muggin’ me in traffic, in slow motion (Motion)
And they don’t wanna see my country ass out flowin’ (Flowin’)
Because I’m winning for my people and I love to show it
(I’m a show off)
Because I’m winnin’ right now and they know it
(Yeah, I’m a show off)
‘Cause I’m winnin’ right now and they know it
(Yeah, I’m a show off)
‘Cause I’m winnin’ right now and they know it
(Yeah, I’m a show off)
Because I’m winnin’ right now and they know it
(I’m a show off)

[Verse 2]
I’m a show-off, 6.0 with a mean exhaust
Gettin’ to the top at any cost
From a itty bitty city where your cellphone service get cut off
Comin’ out this holler, killin’ these tracks like music got its own season
Every time that I’m steppin’ out of my boots my competition start bleedin’

I got business men buyin’ me lunch, like sorry bud, I don’t need ya
Even if I’d quit right now for ten long years I’d be eatin’
But I won’t stop, I got no brakes, get up out of my way, or break crime tape
And insurance for your rear-end, before I smash that bitch with a steel plate

[Pre-Chorus]
They say that I can’t rap because I’m country, I say okay
They say they wish I’d die, I shrug my shoulders like it’s okay
Bitch you don’t pay my bills and you damn sure do not know me
I’m the hottest thing in Nashville, and they know it, and they know it

[Chorus]
Because I’m winnin’ right now and they know it (Know it)
They mean muggin’ me in traffic, in slow motion (Motion)
And they don’t wanna see my country ass out flowin’ (Flowin’)
Because I’m winnin’ for my people and I love to show it
(I’m a show off)
Because I’m winnin’ right now and they know it
(Yeah, I’m a show off)
‘Cause I’m winnin’ right now and they know it
(Yeah, I’m a show off)
‘Cause I’m winnin’ right now and they know it
(Yeah, I’m a show off)
Because I’m winnin’ right now and they know it
(I’m a show off)

[Outro]
(And they know it) I’m a show off
(And they know it) Yeah, I’m a show off
(And they know it) Yeah, I’m a show off
(And they know it) Yeah, I’m a show off
Because I’m winnin’ right now and they know it
(I’m a show off)
Because I’m winnin’ right now and they know it
(I’m a show off)
Because I’m winnin’ right now and they know it
(Yeah, I’m a show off)
Because I’m winnin’ right now and they know it
(Yeah, I’m a show off)
(And they know it) Yeah, I’m a show off
(And they know it) I’m a show off

Classic Case – Hospitalized Lyrics

No medication numbs amputation
When it divides your heart from mine in cardiac arrest

Now we should be hospitalized
Wait for relief to arrive
Hospitalized
Wait for the pain to subside

Severed ties always ache and they mend slower than broken bones and bruises

When it comes to push and shove there’s little room for love

Now we should be hospitalized
Wait for relief to arrive
Hospitalized
Wait for the pain to subside

Chris Travis – Given Orders Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Walkin' through the world given orders
You can't understand how they act disloyal
I go my own way if I gotta' cross the border
You look my way and I'm over you soarin'
My compadres need attendance and enjoyment
Never in my time do I need to report shit
Step in my way and I'm gonna' have no remorse bitch
Bitch you see my Friday and I'm at your front door bitch
Bring it my way and I never have to force shit and if I do bitch nigga that shit was important

[Verse 2]
I slide up, I tell her can't find us
We somewhere just higher
Y'all little like minors
Drop that bitch I'm gone, I head out alone
All these rappers wrong, need to clear their songs

Head bang to my songs, adrenaline gone
Bitch I smoke like Cheech and Chong, one hit then you gone
f*ck you to my haters your vision in danger
I been focused since a baby ain't shit that can change me
Niggas get up what they rackin' and think that they rackin'
I'm just gettin' what I want then go straight to my banker
f*ck nigga what I'm makin', the f*ck is you thinkin'
Drop your heart down in one second, you think that you racin'
Ride like this, you can't, you p*ssy, you ain't
Doin' what you say, boy these rappers be fake
Snappin' everyday I snap when I can't
Doin' what I want, cuz' who said I can't

Upchurch – Bad Mutha Fucka Lyrics

[Intro]
Let the BandPlay
Bad bad bad bad, bad bad bad
Y'all motherf*ckers ready?
You know how I do shit
It's the church, Upchurch
(You know what it is)

[Verse 1]
My mama said I was rebel the day I's born
Midnight in Nashville in the thunderin' hailstorm
And I grew up 'round them muscle cars, music and drugs
Daddy had some felonies but still he toted the gun
Now I'm the same way, f*ck the rules, load my pistol where you at
Got crazy papers in my wallet, not afraid to kill your ass
The only thing I fear is my Mama and Jesus
If you messin' with my kin you might get chopped up in pieces
My grandpa passed away but taught me all about handlin' business
So don't make me shove that Wesson in your forehead creases
I'll bust your head gasket open, have your whole block leakin'
Yeah I'm redneck, ratchet, and pop off with no reason

[Chorus]
'Cause I'm a bad motherf*cker, B-M-F
With a rusty buck-knife, comin' for y'alls necks
'Cause I'm a bad motherf*cker, bad motherf*cker, bad, bad
Bad motherf*cker, bad motherf*cker, bad, bad
'Cause I'm a bad motherf*cker, B-M-F
With a rusty buck-knife, comin' for y'alls necks
'Cause I'm a bad motherf*cker, bad motherf*cker, bad, bad
Bad motherf*cker, bad motherf*cker, bad
[Verse 2]
I'm a bad motherf*cker, better hide your chick from all my shows

I show up with 'bout 30 bikers, ripped up jeans and tattoos though
My attitude is cold like death ain't nothin' but a f*ckin' bum
Burnin' rubber on I-40, watch me as I smoke this skunk
Stink so bad 'cause I'm the shit, ain't got no friends 'cause I'm the realest
Got a style ain't no one stealin', f*ck these rappers we're acquainted
Not my boys, my trust is slim, got contacts in my phone for sho'
Tahoe full of white boys that ain't scared to come kick down your door
With my hillbilly shit 'til my hair turn grey, like metal on that 45
I'm a Tennessee redneck, through my music, shit you know I'm down to ride
Got slick bars like a new jail, crew with me that's nationwide
Only rapper in this game now, like a pimp with mud on a four-wheel drive

[Chorus]
'Cause I'm a bad motherf*cker, B-M-F
With a rusty buck-knife, comin' for y'alls necks
'Cause I'm a bad motherf*cker, bad motherf*cker, bad, bad
Bad motherf*cker, bad motherf*cker, bad, bad
'Cause I'm a bad motherf*cker, B-M-F
With a rusty buck-knife, comin' for y'alls necks
'Cause I'm a bad motherf*cker, bad motherf*cker, bad, bad
Bad motherf*cker, bad motherf*cker, bad, bad

[Outro]
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad bad
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad bad
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad bad
Bad, bad, bad
Bad motherf*cker

Perry Como – I Can’t Begin To Tell You Lyrics

I can’t begin to tell you
How much you mean to me
My world would end
If ever we were through

I can’t begin to tell you
How happy I would be
If I could speak my mind
Like others do

I make such pretty speeches
Whenever we’re apart
But when you’re near
The words I choose
Refuse to leave my heart

So take the sweetest phrases

The world has ever known
And make believe
I’ve said them all to you

I make such pretty speeches
Whenever we’re apart
But when you’re near
The words I choose
Refuse to leave my heart

So take the sweetest phrases
The world has ever known
And make believe
I’ve said them all to you

Chris Travis – Get Some Money Lyrics

[Intro]
That’s it right there Gnealz

[Chorus]
You know what it take to get some money
I know what it take to get some money
Shawty hit me up she said she lonely
Pull up to the spot and come alone please
You know what it take to get some money
I know what it take to get some money
Shawty hit me up she said she lonely
Pull up to the spot and come alone please

[Verse]
I be causing havoc, straight stunting
‘Cause I know what it take to get some money
[?] ass nigga don’t approach me
I be high as f*ck, like the nosebleed

Motherf*ck a label can’t control me
Running this shit up with my whole team
Baby girl think she can control me
Baby you can’t even f*cking hold me

[Chorus]
You know what it take to get some money
I know what it take to get some money
Shawty hit me up she said she lonely
Pull up to the spot and come alone please
You know what it take to get some money
I know what it take to get some money
Shawty hit me up she said she lonely
Pull up to the spot and come alone please

Lil’ Duke – Win Win Win Lyrics (feat. PNF & Gunna)

[Chorus: Lil duke]
I done been down, back up
Down, back up again
All we do is win, win, win, win
I done been down, back up
Down, back up again
All we do is win, win, win, win

[Verse 1: Lil duke]
I done been down, back again
Used to be broke, [?]
[?] you cannot see
Just want the Benz, f*ck all my fake friends
5000 dollar Cartier lense
I wanna [?]
For real, no fake, I don't bend
I'm in love with some twins
[?] came with [?]
I got a mink on like I'm [?]
[?] get shot if you [?]
[?]
Total opisit of losing, we win
None of my niggas ain't friendly
Don't want [?] want Bentleys
[?] gon hate [?]
Down, but I'm back up again
Duke!
[Chorus: Lil duke]
I done been down, back up
Down, back up again
All we do is win, win, win, win
I done been down, back up
Down, back up again
All we do is win, win, win, win

[Verse 2: PNF Rocky]
So many days I was down
None of them niggas was round
It was just me and my rounds
Nigga play, spray rounds
[?] stay down
[?] look at you now

[?] just look at us now
Now I'm walking around with a not
[?] had to run up in the spot
[?] stacking my [?]
200 and the M's
[?]
[?]
[?]

[Chorus: Lil duke]
I done been down, back up
Down, back up again
All we do is win, win, win, win
I done been down, back up
Down, back up again
All we do is win, win, win, win
[Verse 3: Gunna]
I done been down, back up
Feel like I lost all my luck
I fell in a hole, and got stuck
I didn't have nobody to trust
I had to run to the buss
I used to ride all alone
I got it all on my own
I didn't ask for no lone
I might have taken a loss
I got the shit back, I'm a boss
I keep the shit on, I'm never off
[?] clean like floss
I'm putting dick all in your spouce
She keep the dick in her mouth
Young nigga came from the south
I did it, I made it out

[Chorus: Lil duke]
I done been down, back up
Down, back up again
All we do is win, win, win, win
I done been down, back up
Down, back up again
All we do is win, win, win, win

Upchurch – The Other Way Lyrics

[Intro]
Church, Church, Church, Church

[Verse 1]
Where'd it all begin, pourin' 'crete on a job site
Paintin' on some trim, caulk makin' my blue jeans white
Sittin' in Belle Meade eatin' wits on a Wednesday
With my last eight dollars Tuesday before Friday
It's payday on the table, 10 by the hour
Feelin' hell and paint fumes, sweatin' every single hour
Hot and sticky from the old rags simmer gloss on my white skin
Pride of where I'm from, blue collar with good sin
I'm fearless, put your f*ckin' pistol away (Come on)
p*ssy use weapons bitch I'm throwin' hands every day (Lets go)
But if you're gonna use a knife I'll bring an M1 Garand
f*ckin' with me gonna cost you 'bout a arm and a leg
Blood drippin' out the gate of 90 model Chevy (Ha)
No guns in the trunk and it didn't come from Bambi (Nope)
Bitch I'm Jason Voorhees don't f*ck with my temper
Got a mind like Norman Bates with hair like Justin Bieber (Ha ha ha)
I feel like Daryl Dixon, I just wanna slaughter
Feel like I'm the king and I just got a say
I'm sittin' on a hill with crosshairs on your face
And honestly believe I'm thinkin' a whole different way
I live a different way, I say different shit
I stand behind my words, you won't catch me slip
And all the boots that I wear cost about a stack and a half
If you don't like me bitch you can kiss my ass
Yeah I feel like Elvis Presley, actually kinda catchy
Ain't nothin' but a hound dog hangin' out the Chevy
Other rappers don't impress me, honestly I hate the industry
They make it impossible to do it independently
[Chorus]
I don't need your handouts, I don't need your change

You can take your money, brother, walk the other way
I don't need your handouts, I don't need your change
You can take your money, brother, walk the other way

[Verse 2]
Pull up in the parkin' lot soundin' like a honky-tonk
Takin' no body's shit, yeah that's what daddy taught
Craigslist junkie, ain't no tellin' what I'll roll up in
Console, yeah, Churchman fidden to roll a bit
Spittin' up a swish Larry Bird with the willow
Bitch I go hard like I'm half armadillo
I'm on fire like hippies with Maria cigarillos
People sleepin' on me like their own fifty pillow
Down from the underground, cold like well water
Bleed orange on the daily, Tennessee motherf*cker
Chico born, Ashland 'cause I'm hot shit
Number 2 pencilwoods sold for a hand bitch
If I ever get a Grammy I swear I'll use it to shoot at
And throw it in the burn pile and watch it melt in tall grass
That materialistic shit is not what I'm about
I'm from every real motherf*cker in the south

[Chorus]
I don't need your handouts, I don't need your change
You can take your money, brother, walk the other way
I don't need your handouts, I don't need your change
You can take your money, brother, walk the other way
The other way
The other way
Just keep on walkin'
The other way
[Outro]
I don't want your f*ckin' little input, I don't want you to invest in me
I want to do this all by my motherf*ckin' self
Because I wanna show the world that this shit can be done by your motherf*ckin' self
So watch me do me
Let the BandPlay

Church, Church
Church, Church, Church, Church
Church, Church, Church, Church

Tony Bennett – On The Other Side Of The Tracks Lyrics

But my heart says, “Reach for the stars”
And my heart I cannot deny
Though its my hard luck
That I’m stuck
On the farthest one in the sky

So my eyes are destined to wander
And my brain no more to relax
For there’s nothing farther out yonder
Than the other side of the tracks

On the other side of the tracks
It’s a long and difficult climb
But the air up there on the bill of faire
Is a choice of lemon and lime

And the muscles keeping your nose up
Are the only muscles you tax
Oh I envy someone who grows up

On the other side of the tracks

So I’m off and running
Over the rail
I’m going gunning
After the quail
Off and running
Send me the mail

To the great big world
On the other side
To the great big world
On the farther side
To the great big world
On the other side of the tracks

One more time!

To the great big world
On the other side
The great big world
On the farther side
The great big world
On the other side of the tracks

Perry Como – White Christmas Lyrics

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
just like the ones I used to know
where the tree tops glisten
and children listen
to hear sleigh bells in the snow!

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
with every Christmas card I write.
May your days be merry an’ bright
and may all your Christmas’s be white!

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas

just like the ones I used to know
where the tree tops glisten

and children listen (and children listen!)
to hear sleigh bells in the snow!

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
with every Christmas card I write.
May your days be merry an’ bright
and may all your Christmas’s be white!

(…may all your Christmas’s be white!)

Chris Travis – Miss Me When I’m Gone Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I got my mind on that money
And that money on my mind
And bitches ain't shit
Cause all they do is waste time
But I still love you baby
I just gotta get my grind
And yeah I know you miss me
Cause I stay up on yo mind
And yeah I know I'm wrong
And you tired of all my lies
But it's all good baby
Gone and open up them thighs
And let me hit and quit it
And eat you like some apple pie
I know you love a nigga girl, you ain't gotta lie
And this is for the goddesses to play while they high
And you can sip my drink when yo mouth gettin dry
And yeah it's medicated
And you feelin like ahhhh
And she be like damn that shit take a deep sigh
And shed away them tears girl you ain't gotta cry
And stop with all that frontin cause Ion wanna say bye
She said okay and looked me right into my eyes
I know she wanna f*ck, she ain't gotta say that line
[Hook]
I'm ridin round my city and she blowin up my phone
She don't want a nigga there but miss me when I'm gone
And ion give a damn cause I'm gone off this strong
But a nigga head back cause ion want her alone
I'm ridin round my city and she blowin up my phone
She don't want a nigga there but miss me when I'm gone
And ion give a damn cause I'm gone off this strong
But a nigga head back cause ion want her alone

[Verse 2]
She give a nigga all her love

But sometimes I don't feel it
And we always argue
Till she be like baby, kill it
And I give her that pain
And she wanna pop a pill
And I be some other shit, my mind on them millions
But I'm just trynna get it in a 30 foot ceiling
And thats why I'm rapping
Cause I won't make it dealing
And she respect that
Thats why a nigga love her
She down with a nigga
And she down for the struggle
And yeah thats my baby
And she get it from her mother
But I don't get to close
Cause she know that I don't trust her
And if she every cross me
Then she know its muthaf*ck 'em
And she be gettin drunk
And wondering why I don't f*ck her
Cause bitch you out yo mind
If I can't use this rubber
And she my main bitch so of course I don't drug her
But she be getting high
Cause she think that I don't love her
And that's a damn lie
Cause girl we f*ck under covers
[Hook]
I'm ridin round my city and she blowin up my phone
She don't want a nigga there but miss me when I'm gone
And ion give a damn cause I'm gone off this strong
But a nigga head back cause ion want her alone
I'm ridin round my city and she blowin up my phone
She don't want a nigga there but miss me when I'm gone
And ion give a damn cause I'm gone off this strong
But a nigga head back cause ion want her alone

Upchurch – Welcome To The Country Lyrics

[Intro]
Let the BandPlay, let the BandPlay, let the BandPlay
Upchurch (Upchurch)

[Chorus]
Rebel flag's flyin', four wheel drive
Back road ridin', bitch, welcome to the country
Where the guns stay loaded, cell phones don't work
Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country
Let the Chevy 8 drop, bring the 'shine on that
Cheatham cops don't care, hah, welcome to the country, country, country, country, country
Feet deep in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country

[Verse 1]
My boots kickin' bitch yeah you know I'm the cowboy
Addicted to thick chicks, tall boys, and loud toys
I keep that joint smokin' like a stack on the Cummins
Truck bed full of country style playboy bunnies
And I stay turnt up like that biker bar, stay crazy like that Monster Jam
My ass ain't signed by nobody but Tyler Farr knows who I am
I'm mister redneck crazy, mister your chick with my baby
Mister if you do not like me stare at both my middle fingers
While I'm jammin' in the studio creatin' all these bangers
For these truckers, moshers, ravers and people rockin' them trailers
Flat black with 8 hangers, my style shinin' like chrome
Signin' tits in my shows on chicks I don't know
[Chorus]
Rebel flag's flyin', four wheel drive
Back road ridin', bitch, welcome to the country
Where the guns stay loaded, cell phones don't work
Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country
Let the Chevy 8 drop, bring the 'shine on that
Cheatham cops don't care, hah, welcome to the country, country, country, country, country
Feet deep in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country

[Verse 2]
Shins click on my boots, smoke roll out the screen door
Comin' out, loaded, savin' shit like marines, boy
I'm the f*ckin' bomb drop me on ISIS
f*ck them ragheads boy I got American pride bitch
We roll up them fatties, we crank the lid on the 'shine though
My shit so stout I had to rob me a silo
On my dude boy shit and if you don't what's bumpin'
Chances are your bitch ass ain't straight out the country

[Chorus]
Rebel flag's flyin', four wheel drive
Back road ridin', bitch, welcome to the country
Where the guns stay loaded, cell phones don't work
Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country

[Verse 3]
I used to ride around this county when nobody knew my name
Used to kick it up in Sonic with a pocket full of change
Used to ride around the ranch that's where my buddies smokin' J's
Four deep in the single cab short wheel base
And I ain't gonna change and I won't stop reppin'
The land of Dixie chicks, cowboys and square dancin'
Small town, big voice, two fingers saying f*ck it
If you ain't about America then you can kick the bucket, bitch
[Chorus]
Rebel flag's flyin', four wheel drive
Back road ridin', bitch, welcome to the country
Where the guns stay loaded, cell phones don't work
Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country
Let the Chevy 8 drop, bring the 'shine on that
Cheatham cops don't care, hah, welcome to the country, country, country, country, country
Feet deep in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country

Perry Como – Arrivederci Roma (goodbye To Rome) Lyrics

Arrivederci roma,
Goodbye, goodbye to rome . . .

City of a million moonlit places,
City of a million warm embraces,
Where I found the one of all the faces,
Far from home!

Arrivederci roma,
It’s time for us to part,

Save the wedding bells for my returning,
Keep my lover’s arms outstretched and yearning,
Please be sure the flame of love keeps burning,
In her heart!

City of a million moonlit places,
City of a million warm embraces,
Where I found the one of all the faces,
Far from home!

Arrivederci roma,
It’s time for us to part,

Save the wedding bells for my returning,
Keep my lover’s arms outstretched and yearning,
Please be sure the flame of love keeps burning,
In her heart!

Arrivederci roma,
Roma, roma, roma . . .

Lil’ Duke – We Get It Lyrics (feat. Trae Tha Truth)

[Intro: Lil Duke]
Yeah, YSL shit, true facts, ya dig?

[Hook: Lil Duke]
Nigga we get it, we get it
My niggas, yea turn to a 50
Calling my niggas, they with it
Pull up, 8 shots at yo’ [?]
Most of these niggas, they with it
Niggas be falling in love with these bitches
Niggas they act just like hoes, in they feelings
Mind on the money and I want a million
I’m trying to stack that shit tall as a building
Ferrari come through the hood with no ceiling
I’m not a rapper, bitch I am a dealer
Sipping on lean and I hope it don’t kill me
Pour up that lean and we don’t even measure it
Young nigga came from that hood, I’m a veteran
I had to break on the cops, I was selling it
Running with nothing but felonies

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
Don’t speak on my name ’bout that broke shit, irrelevant
Racks on me just like I just got a settlement
We putting dick in yo’ bitch cause she know that we ball
Sweep her the wrong number when she asks can she call
5 or 10 racks when we ball
5 or 10 racks in the mall
Don’t talk to rats, they get off
Cashing then backing right out
Soon as we walk in they wildin’
Fans, they screaming, they rowdy
Bitch, I been trapping the Audi’s
Push button with the frog lights
Sipping like I’m straight from Texas
Drinking lean, pouring dark Sprites
f*cked up a check and I got it right back
If I ever fall, Thugger got my back
For a little nothing, I can get a nigga wet
Pop, they with that MAC, I’ma hop out and get it cracking

[Hook: Lil Duke]
Nigga we get it, we get it
My niggas, yea turn to a 50
Calling my niggas, they with it
Pull up, 8 shots at yo’ [?]
Most of these niggas, they with it
Niggas be falling in love with these bitches
Niggas they act just like hoes, in they feelings
Mind on the money and I want a million
I’m trying to stack that shit tall as a building
Ferrari come through the hood with no ceiling
I’m not a rapper, bitch I am a dealer
Sipping on lean and I hope it don’t kill me

Pour up that lean and we don’t even measure it
Young nigga came from that hood, I’m a veteran
I had to break on the cops, I was selling it
Running with nothing but felonies

[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
I am the streets, so we think nothing higher
Shooting out something that crawl like a spider
Money get beat, what the f*ck I desire
Take flight like a pilot, won’t be nothing flyer
I know these f*ck niggas sing like the choir
Run up on Truth, I can help you kids fire
Burn ’em like the tires, when I’m moving by ya
Told ’em I was thugging, tripping I’ma try ya
I do not want to talk
Make you run in that safe like you Marshall Faulk
Take you right to the plug, nigga f*ck a drought
Hit the ghetto like, look what the f*ck I bought
Anyplace that can make guarantees, I called it
All this shit on my neck dripping like a faucet
Nigga, water water, don’t know what it costed
I’m a fool, you can tell how these haters lost it
I’m the business
Nigga this’ll be my year
Thinking different I might pull up on ya
I’m a gangster nothing I can fear
Hit up Duke and Slime and run that gun up on ya
I am [?] nigga don’t forget it
All across yo’ head, you’d think I was [?]
Straight up out of Texas, look at how I kick it
Swingers on the Phantom, look at how I sitted

[Hook: Lil Duke]
Nigga we get it, we get it
My niggas, yea turn to a 50
Calling my niggas, they with it
Pull up, 8 shots at yo’ [?]
Most of these niggas, they with it
Niggas be falling in love with these bitches
Niggas they act just like hoes, in they feelings
Mind on the money and I want a million
I’m trying to stack that shit tall as a building
Ferrari come through the hood with no ceiling
I’m not a rapper, bitch I am a dealer
Sipping on lean and I hope it don’t kill me
Pour up that lean and we don’t even measure it
Young nigga came from that hood, I’m a veteran
I had to break on the cops, I was selling it
Running with nothing but felonies

Upchurch – The Old Days Lyrics (feat. Justin Adams)

[Chorus: Justin Adams]
I miss the old days, tall Chevrolets
Nice tanned up legs swingin' on a tailgate
The old days, when fist fights were fine
Throwin' hands didn't land you two months jail time
The old days, when love was real
And it burned in your soul like a moonshine still
The old days, those days are gone
So I cherish the memories of the place I call home, oh yeah

[Verse 1: Upchurch]
There's a bridge on River Road where I painted my name
With a couple of buddies with John Deere spray paint
We used to smoke on the green after the sun hit the hay
And made it home by nine or daddy's temper would blaze
In them high-school front doors, shit we was straight out the back
Sittin' in a deer stand chewin' Redman up by the pack
Them straight pipes on the 5.7 made us feel badass
Sittin' in the senior parkin' lot crankin' up Johnny Cash
My grades, they wasn't great, but my heart is nothin' but gold
Hospitality's priceless, it ain't 'bout tradin' a soul
So before you judge my cover, won't you dive in my soul
And learn I'm from another life, I'm like 200 years old

[Chorus: Justin Adams]
I miss the old days, tall Chevrolets
Nice tanned up legs swingin' on a tailgate
The old days, when fist fights were fine
Throwin' hands didn't land you two months jail time

The old days, when love was real
And it burned in your soul like a moonshine still
The old days, those days are gone
So I cherish the memories of the place I call home, oh yeah
Oh yeah
[Verse 2: Upchurch]
When I show up to a show, everybody knows I'm f*ckin' there
Walk by like I'm stuck in silence, let the folks with cameras stare
I'm there to put my county on, with muddy water in my veins
Countless nights on Indian Springs, prayin' I would catch my dream
When Paw Paw went to heaven, let me tell you, I was lost in life
Almost got fronted them pounds to help keep on my families lights
But then I walked to a church in the midst of the night
Put some tears on the tulips and the creation was bright
And I knew at that very moment the fight I's about to pick involved
Cowboy boots, guitars and not givin' a shit
So let me write to the beat of my two clickin' Tony Lama's
Live in a trailer with my family and a few saved up dollars
Church

[Chorus: Justin Adams]
I miss the old days, tall Chevrolets
Nice tanned up legs swingin' on a tailgate
The old days, when fist fights were fine
Throwin' hands didn't land you two months jail time
The old days, when love was real
And it burned in your soul like a moonshine still
The old days, those days are gone
So I cherish the memories of the place I call home, oh yeah

Chris Travis – Ain’t Safe Lyrics

[Verse]
Bitch it ain’t safe if you step into my place
Better come up correct or i’ll off your face
Walkin’ with my K, lookin’ fresh from off a layer
We rappers outta air
I can swear to say it ain’t safe
If you ain’t with me then you stay

Bitch nigga get up out the place
Disgraceful ass niggas such a shame
I brought hell to the game
I bring pain to your name, cut your brains, I’m still on the same thing, f*ck a name

Upchurch – Down In The Holler Lyrics (feat. Justin Adams)

[Intro]
Let the BandPlay, let the BandPlay
Church, Church, Church, Church, haha
(Church)

[Chorus: Justin Adams]
When the shit goes down way out in the holler (In the holler)
Gonna sit and watch that moonshine drip from the copper
Off an old dirt road where my gun can’t be heard
I’m just sittin’ out here way out in the holler
(Church, Church, Church, Church)
Just tryin’ to make a dollar

[Verse 1: Upchurch]
They ain’t never seen no redneck rapper reppin’ for low class
Forty hour weeks, bills paid on low cash
Been a chicken fighter son, I’ve seen son real-ass shit
Real police, real time, bustin’ real-ass [?]
S-10s with truck covers, hauling twenty pounds of mother nature
The weed man, like 64, rockin’ duck hunting waders
My Paw Paw had the poker games, uncle had that strap hot
No cards up your sleeve, punk, unless you tryna get shot
Nashville didn’t dress me, I was made on the creek
Wrestled barefoot honkies in them gamecocks bitch
Realness don’t sell in the eyes of the leeches on Music Row
So I stay in the holler with all my dollars to fold

[Chorus: Justin Adams]
When the shit goes down way out in the holler (In the holler)
Gonna sit and watch that moonshine drip from the copper

Off an old dirt road where my gun can’t be heard (Can’t be heard)
I’m just sittin’ out here way out in the holler
Just tryin’ to make a dollar

[Verse 2: Upchurch]
I was raised by the rednecks, chill with the rednecks
24 years later, shit, I’m king of the rednecks
The kid down the street your mama told you to stray from
Age thirteen, my dad let me go play with guns
I’m a no-helmet, one-handed, Banshee-ridin’ motherf*cker
You Fairview bitches got it coming, yeah I know who jumped my brother
Let me catch you and Petro posted up in your dad’s whip
That hickory stickin’ slick, get all of y’alls wigs split

[Bridge: Upchurch]
Mind your own damn business and I’ll mind mine
I can make you go missin’ in the middle of the night
Where the sun don’t shine, the moon don’t creep
Footsteps get lost when you’re walkin’ in the creek

[Chorus: Justin Adams]
When the shit goes down way out in the holler (In the holler)
Gonna sit and watch that moonshine drip from the copper
Off an old dirt road where my gun can’t be heard (Can’t be heard)
I’m just sittin’ out here way out in the holler
Just tryin’ to make a dollar

[Outro: Upchurch]
Church, Church, Church, Church

Chris Travis – Pick Up Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I came through and I killed it these niggas didn’t know
You need to learn from your bitches to hit up my show
Early morning, I’m chiefing and ’bout to pass out
Getting texts from some people I don’t care about
Making changes I’m clearing up from my last route
Looking at me she tell me she ’bout to crash out

[Bridge]
Hold up, die down
Hold up, stop playing

[Verse 2]
I know my limits, you know
I know I’m different, you know
Pick up the phone and I go somewhere that you wouldn’t know
Leave me alone you see me I’m in my zone
And I don’t mean to sound cliché, baby lets go and roam
Put it together, know I do it better this my weather
Know this I’m ’bout my cheddar no time for niggas to catch up
Pistol up by my side, no reason for me to let up
Really gon’ have it hard thinking I’m easy to setup
I stuff woods and deuces to all my soldiers
We gon’ get hotter in weather, the world colder
I ’bout my city, just hoping they see me over
I’m pushing down on these horses that’s in my motor
I kept it smoking forever I keep it going
These niggas talking they notice I’m off that old shit
They notice I’m off that old shit

Lil’ bitch I keep it going

[Hook] (x2)
f*ck the talk, f*ck the talk, look at yall
On the road, blowing grands at the mall
Get her right, grip her tight yeah she right
Yeah she might f*ck you over any night

[Verse 3]
Never needed nobody but ya’ll can fall through
We can argue and shit, bitch I’ma call you
Pick up, you’re telling me, “this rough”
Big puffs, adrenaline gets stuck
Big bucks, I’m tryna’ get big bucks
You try your luck and try to get tough
We get em’ up its nothing you amateurs
Come through she tripping and handle her

[Hook] (x2)
f*ck the talk, f*ck the talk, look at yall
On the road, blowing grands at the mall
Get her right, grip her tight yeah she right
Yeah she might f*ck you over any night

[Verse 4]
My soul shining I glisten up as the night sing
She her blinding, she open up as in my queen
It’s crunch time f*ck it all the time, ay
You f*ck boys need an empire
Grape vine through the grape vine
Heard that go to date if you take mines
That’s a message I’m clearing out through the bass line
You niggas you better wait bruh

Lil’ Duke – Gotta Be In You Lyrics (feat. Gunna)

I want to cop me a Wraith
But I copped the rolly today
My bro got the pack in LA
We shipping them bands cross the state
I used to trap where I say
Now it feel like I live at the bank
Just did a show in the Bay
And put the front end in the safe

YSL coming bih move out the way
Just did another show in a whole ‘nother state
Lil bitch out here we been movin’ weight
This bih so freaky want nut in her face
She a lil video vixen but she so seductive
Ran that ship up so quick I made a 50
Geekin we storm just like Bobby and Whitney
This is can’t be one you gotta be in you

Choppa blow a nigga right out his misery
I been getting money just look at my history
Still on the island like Gilligan
Counting up money I’m tryna see millions
I got a pretty lil bitch in LA
She f*ck with the kid cuz I’m having my way
Nigga come try me you’ll die where you play
Pull up broad day and we pop in them place
We got them baby bombers like they tallers
Country boy coming in
We ride them f*ck nigga model
Out in Atlanta we f*ckin on models
You got some questions then we gonna solve em

Bought her a bag now she want me to spoil her
And we just climbing up we never falling
We puttin’ dick in your rich nigga daughters

I want to cop me a Wraith
But I copped the rolly today
My bro got the pack in LA
We shipping them bands packs cross the state
I used to trap where I say
Now it feel like I live at the bank
Just did a show in the Bay
And put the front end in the safe

YSL coming bih move out the way
Just did another show in a whole ‘nother state
Lil bitch out here we been movin’ weight
This bih so freaky want nut in her face
She a lil video vixen but she so seductive
Ran that ship up so quick I made a 50
Geekin storm like Boby and Whitney
This is can’t x it gotta be in you

This is can’t x it gotta be in you
Remember
Winter
Middle
Sprinter
Sere
Senna
Denim
In there
Been there
Been there
Swim whae

Went to the club
Copped s sweet
Went to LA

I know that you been there

Like
Gunna, Gunna, I’ma keep in one huddid
Stayin solid man I’m never fronting

Upchurch – Red White And Blue Jeans Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well I’m from down in the hollow, where the creek turns brown
Apple pie shine looks the same
Where the kids run loose, got the chickens and the coop
And the dog ain’t got no chain
You can call me white trash, you can say what you want
But buddy at the end of the day
I’m a true blue-collar, sweatin’ bullets for the dollar
Proud to live in the USA

[Chorus]
Well A M E R I C A
I love guns, God, girls, and the NRA
I say what I want at any given time
Ain’t afraid to pop a round right out of my nine
The roads are dirt and the hills are rollin’ green
In the land of the red, white and blue jeans
Red, white and blue jeans

[Verse 2]
Well I was out in the woods at about age six
Poppin’ pennies out of trees with a Remington
Daddy taught me hard work, mama taught me class
And grandpa taught me how to kick someone’s ass
I grew up on Tombstone, and Lonesome Dove
John Wayne, Wyatt Earp, and Dale Earnhardt
I was raised to respect and protect my kin
No matter right or wrong or what they did

[Chorus]
Well A M E R I C A
I love guns, God, girls, and the NRA

I say what I want at any given time
Ain’t afraid to pop a round right out of my nine
The roads are dirt and the hills are rollin’ green
In the land of the red, white and blue jeans
Red, white and blue jeans

[Verse 3]
I might smoke a little grass, but that’s okay
No worse than what I’m seein’ on the news today
Hate groups puttin’ their towns in flames
And the president wants to take our guns away
Everybody wanna lie just to save their ass
Don’t write a fat check that you can’t go cash
‘Cause I’m God-fearin’ barefoot, muddy water bloodline
Yellin’ USA at every single damn show of mine

[Chorus]
A M E R I C A
I love guns, God, girls, and the NRA
I say what I want at any given time
Ain’t afraid to pop a round right out of my nine
The roads are dirt and the hills are rollin’ green
In the land of the red, white and blue jeans
Red, white and blue jeans

[Outro]
We’re loud, we’re proud
Stand up for what’s right, so bubba watch your mouth
Got fire in a jar, John Deere green
In the land of red, white and blue jeans, aww yeah
Red, white and blue jeans

Chris Travis – See Me Down Lyrics

[Intro]
Aight

[Hook]
Bitches acting shy when they see me ‘round
I get to the money you won’t ever have to see me down
Crystals sparkling on me, dripping water, think I need a towel
f*ck from around me if you ain’t about to lay it down
Looking in her eyes turn around and I see the crowd
If you gonna ride, tell me now, cuz’ I need a vow
Looking in her eyes turning brown and I see the crowd
If you gonna ride, tell me now, cuz’ I need a vow

[Verse 1]
Straight from the M, don’t f*ck with them
f*ck how you feel, boy I'm right here
Let’s make it clear, you is not with me
No abracadabra, pop up and I slit your throat
Niggas ain’t saving no hoes (Water)
Niggas ain’t sharing no clothes
Bitch I’m staying low, ain’t down with no fake shit
Keep my head high when I talk cuz' I'm greatness
I get a show what you got in life savings
Niggas be cool but some niggas be hating
f*ck with my money, pull up and don’t say shit
Pow-pow-pow-pow we run into your basement
Ride through the sky as I look like a raven
People they staring in awe and amazement
f*ck a cosign I get by with persuasion
You think it’s sweet till’ your tooth on the pavement
I get away but it ain’t no escaping
I smoke an eighth to myself I don’t save it
Yes I am facing, don’t got no patience
Got your text message, but I wasn’t waiting
Bitches be bad but they come off as basic
When you that nigga that been through relations
Bitches be bad but they come off as basic
When you that nigga that bitch through relations

[Hook]
Bitches acting shy when they see me ‘round
I get to the money you won’t ever have to see me down
Crystals sparkling on me, dripping water, think I need a towel
f*ck from around me if you ain’t about to lay it down
Looking in her eyes turn around and I see the crowd
If you gonna ride, tell me now, cuz’ I need a vow
Looking in her eyes turning brown and I see the crowd
If you gonna ride, tell me now, cuz’ I need a vow

[Verse 2]
Big bands, tryna f*cking take it I got big plans
Oh man riding in so sick, check the program
Oh well you ain’t get it bitch nigga, oh well
Hoe sell, why you sellin grams little slow snail
f*ck that shit, she gon' ride it bad, she gon’ bring it back
Bust it quick, she gon’ throw it back, that’s no quarterback
On that bitch, boy I ride the beat like a lonely kid no fumbling
I done seen the world just off mumbling
And I made a flow, got these rappers crumbling
Bitch I do this shit, y’all niggas knew it bitch
And I got a flow, got these rappers crumbling
Bitch I do this shit, thought you knew this bitch

[Hook]
Bitches acting shy when they see me ‘round
I get to the money you won’t ever have to see me down
Crystals sparkling on me, dripping water, think I need a towel
f*ck from around me if you ain’t about to lay it down
Looking in her eyes turn around and I see the crowd
Bitches gonna ride, tell me now, cuz’ I need a vow
Looking in her eyes turning brown and I see the crowd
If you gonna ride, tell me now, cuz’ I need a vow