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Correct Country Fried Lyrics
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[Chorus] I got ganja in the console, 'shine in the toolbox Rebel flag's flyin' straight pipes straight poppin' off Bow tie on the billet, this honkey's high watch me sizzle On my country fried shit, eatin' rappers out the skillet (Hell naw) I got ganja in the console, 'shine in the toolbox Rebel flag's flyin' straight pipes straight poppin' off (Yeah) Bow tie on the billet, this honkey's high, watch me sizzle All my country fried shit, eatin' rappers out the skillet (Hell naw) [Verse 1] Everybody wanna be a country trend Everybody wanna be a superstar Everybody wanna have a jacked up truck When really that's not even who they are Hashtag, dressin' up, Insta game all messed up Hell no, come kick mud in them deep sticks with them big boys I'm southern-grown by the grace of God Shockin' folks like a cattle prod People that blew me off last year Now hit me up with a text or call Like we're close, what's wrong with y'all When I stood up you wanted me to fall And now I beat the odds, and now I'm standin' tall Boy, buck up and don't buck it all And it's funny how that shit goes, last year I wasn't known A month passed and I blew up Now I got fans in other time zones People think that I'm all a joke On my front porch straight blowin' smoke But I'm in the ring like gold ropes, straight redneck, just too dope [Chorus] I got ganja in the console, 'shine in the toolbox Rebel flag's flyin' straight pipes straight poppin' off Bow tie on the billet, this honkey's high, watch me sizzle All my country fried shit, eatin' rappers out the skillet (Hell naw) I got ganja in the console, 'shine in the toolbox Rebel flag's flyin' straight pipes straight poppin' off (Yeah) Bow tie on the billet, this honkey's high, watch me sizzle All my country fried shit, eatin' rappers out the skillet (Hell naw) [Verse 2] Chevrolet tuned up, rockin' me a crew cut Hottie ridin' shottie tanned up with a huge butt Gun in the back glass, V8 go fast Cherry red lock her lips, motherfucker look back Everybody look back, smooth as some cold Jack Finger to the haters, all I do is don't laugh Backwoods so bad, comin' like a nomad Slingin' up mud, spinnin' wheels like a dirt track, okay And these people said that I couldn't though (Though) And these people said that I wouldn't, so (Ha ha ha) I turned around with a grin, crooked smile And I knew what the hell I was doin' Just had to wait for perfect timin' Now it's photoshoots, videos, rockin' all of my old clothes RHEC'n shit since day one, hillbilly hype on SoCo And they say I'm gonna change But middle Tennesseans don't ever uproot their ways [Chorus] I got ganja in the console, 'shine in the toolbox Rebel flag's flyin' straight pipes straight poppin' off Bow tie on the billet, this honkey's high watch me sizzle All my country fried shit, eatin' rappers out the skillet (Hell naw) I got ganja in the console, 'shine in the toolbox Rebel flag's flyin' straight pipes straight poppin' off (Yeah) Bow tie on the billet, this honkey's high, watch me sizzle All my country fried shit, eatin' rappers out the skillet (Hell naw)
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