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Correct Black Smoke Lyrics
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[Verse 1] So why they hatin' on me? Because I'm as country as they come, boy 'Cause all my buddies muddy like a Dixieland convoy 'Cause I'm killin' shit in short time 'Cause my opponents are fly but I'm chillin' down in the duck blind Waitin' to see if a motherfucker gon' pluck mine I got a bite like pit bulls at lunch time And my shine is so bright you'll go blind Like a mason jar fire wasn't even made right, yeah And I ain't whistlin' Dixie, or here to be friendly I'm here to end any enemies, represent Tennessee Sip on some Hennessy, have a Dixie chick kissin' me Jammin' to 103 wakin' up feelin' kinda like I'm the country king [Chorus] The game needs me, I won't even budge You're stuck with me like a two-wheel drive in two feet of mud I'm slick like a copperhead on a creek bank And reckless like I'm in the city drivin' a big tank So USA, CMT can't stand me 'Cause I'm wild and loud like a Yamaha Banshee I'ma keep shit kickin' 'til my shit kicker broke Still chokin' up people like I'm blowin' black smoke The game, the game needs me, I won't even budge You're stuck with me like a two-wheel drive in two feet of mud I'm slick like a copperhead on a creek bank And reckless like I'm in the city drivin' a big tank So USA, CMT can't stand me 'Cause I'm wild and loud like a Yamaha Banshee I'ma keep shit kickin' 'til my shit kicker broke Still chokin' up people like I'm blowin' black smoke [Verse 2] I got a chip on my shoulder, black ink in my skin Ripped jeans on my legs and my Justin's a size 10 Lead foot haulin' ass like Talladega and shit Checkered flag's in my face 'cause I'm winnin' it bitch You can hate all you want but I'm sittin' on a high throne Pocket full of hundreds still smellin' like a Auto Zone Truck I'm drivin', soundin' like Bigfoot Girl ridin' with me, tanned up, lookin' Hollywood Like I cedar tree, I really wish a honkey would though You don't think I will, son, but bubba just call me Woodrow Rollin' presidential, five percent tint on my windshield Smokin' marijuana out of Mountain Dew and some tin foil I'm a beast you think I sold my soul America would be great if you could call my asshole First song ever made charted on them Billboard's Got plenty ammunition and I'm playin' to kill more [Chorus] The game needs me, I won't even budge You're stuck with me like a two-wheel drive in two feet of mud I'm slick like a copperhead on a creek bank And reckless like I'm in the city drivin' a big tank So USA, CMT can't stand me 'Cause I'm wild and loud like a Yamaha Banshee I'ma keep shit kickin' 'til my shit kicker broke Still chokin' up people like I'm blowin' black smoke The game, the game needs me, I won't even budge You're stuck with me like a two-wheel drive in two feet of mud I'm slick like a copperhead on a creek bank And reckless like I'm in the city drivin' a big tank So USA, CMT can't stand me 'Cause I'm wild and loud like a Yamaha Banshee I'ma keep shit kickin' 'til my shit kicker broke Still chokin' up people like I'm blowin' black smoke
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