Welcome To The Country Lyrics

Upchurch

Bad Mutha Fucka

Lyrics to Welcome To The Country
Welcome To The Country Video:
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Rebel flags flying, four wheel drive
Back road riding, 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 now
Shit the cops don't care, hah, welcome to the country
Teeth deep in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country

My boots kicking, bitch, yeah you know I'm the cowboy
Addicted to thick chicks, tall boys, and lab toys
I keep that joint smoking like a stack on the colors
Truck bare 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 Mr. redneck crazy, Mr. your chick want my babies
Mr. if you do not like me stare at both my middle fingers
While I'm jamming in the studio creating all these bangers
For these truckers, moshers, ravers and people rocking them trailers
Flat black with 8 hangers, my style shining like chrome
Signing tits in my shows on chicks I don't know

Rebel flags flying, four wheel drive
Back road riding, 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 now
Shit the cops don't care, hah, welcome to the country
Teeth deep in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country

Shins click on my boots, smoke roll out the screen door
Coming out loaded, saving shit like marines, boy
I'm the fucking bomb, drop me on ISIS
Fuck 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 like what's bumping
Chances are your bitch ass ain't straight out the country

Rebel flags flying, four wheel drive
Back road riding, 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

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 smoking Js
Four deep in the single cab short wheel base
And I ain't gonna change and I won't stop repping
The land of Dixie chicks, cowboys and square dancing
Small town, big voice, two fingers saying fuck it
If you ain't about America then you can kick the bucket, bitch

Rebel flags flying, four wheel drive
Back road riding, 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 now
Shit the cops don't care, hah, welcome to the country
Teeth deep in the dirt, bitch, welcome to the country
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