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lirik lagu redneck souljers - firewater

[verse 1: fatt tarr]
kentucky bound, gallon of that moonshine
f-ck ’em to the 5-0 i’m from a long line
of country boys that do this sh-t in their spare time
you can read the pedigree and dna my bloodline
jammin’ willie nelson ’bout to get my smoke on
you don’t want me stressin’, me and hubb are smoked on
’bout to hit that thump keg, waltz and nearly break my leg
break the freakin’ walls down, open bottles, tap the kegs
man, we ’bout go (go) wild in this thang
haulin’ like the freakin’ cherokee and meros from the grave
rain dancin’, pedal mashin’, you can’t get this out my system
hit you with a case boo, split your -ss right down the middle
(i’ll tell ’em) i’ll split your -ss right down the middle
told ’em, we play texas hold ’em, fold ’em
in it to, our cousin told ’em, poe said he ain’t kin to you
bobbleton is winton, got that ‘shine and a fish or two
honkey man up out the brothel tryna get a b-tch or two

[chorus: fatt tarr]
tennessee legends (yeah we are) cookin ‘shine (what we doin’)
in the moon, got the firewater brewin’ (shine)
spring water coolin’ (yeah) liquor movin’ (boes)
crank that fire i’ma show you how we do it
got that corn mash pourin’, drag it out the forest
pedal to the floor ’cause them boys say there be more tin
batch to a bottle make an ugly women gorgeous
so much ‘shine ’bout to make our -ss a fortune

[verse 2: c-hubb]
hubb in this motherf-cker drunk as h-ll, come with it
and i brung a bag of goodies with a skunky smell, ‘sum b-tch
you see the jim jam cider? man i’m feelin’ fine, my whip
all the tillers are tillin’ you know the women are willin’
to meet a country boe baby, i’m here, get it
cabin in the woods i’m in it
tree stand in the backyard, i’m in it
southern like my drawl that’s the way i’m livin’
never seen a moonshine still this busy
got the mash on cook mode, never been a crook tho
trynna get my cash up stacked ’til i hit the roof
said a country hick will ever rap for sh-t
but here i am in a straw hat spittin’ the truth, like d-mn (woo)
headlights, hit the 4-lane
burnin’ rubber like it’s soaked in propane
or know the right to eat girl like rogain
p-ss opponents, like the sh-t’s my forte
ain’t slowin’ down for one minute
i’ll paint a picture so vivid with the sh-t i sang in these lyrics (yeah)
my boys back at the hideaway, got the liquor still a drippin’ (yeah)
if you sneak up on ’em your -ss a goner, you gonna come up missin’ (yeah)
done told ya son, get off my land, better not catch you slippin’ (yeah)
and you’d probably lose your mind if you see my girl skinny dippin’ (h-ll yeah)

[verse 3: outlaw]
(yellllloooww)
o-u-t l-a-w, kentucky’s where i be, yeah
got a jar of firewater, drop you to your knees fast
packin’ dips and grab her t-ts and kickin’ off the trees man
camo paint up on my face, can’t see me in my tree stand
i’m a big at slingin’ arrows, fillin’ up some whiskey barrels
got a ‘shine empire, run it like a force feral
y’all know we some country fellas, all my boes be hollerin’ yellow
come and… f-ck… d-mn, the shine is mellow
comin’ through the woods with my dog banjo
runnin’ up to tennessee to see my boes
tar’s in the keg, callused toes
c-hubb with a crick pick, pickin’ his nose
’bout to make a run, drinkin’ homemade wine
boys from the mountain with some dang good ‘shine
so we filled up the jars and we dealed in the cars
drove off and we left a cloud of dust behind

[bridge: outlaw]
yeah, we took the ‘shine and we drove it to the mountain
firewater brewin’ it was flowin’ like a fountain
lazy it was lookin’, they was hatin’, we was doubtin’
but they would come around and here the thump keg poundin’

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