Lyrics to Cheatham County
man these boys think they got me hah
you aint got shit son
im ane frost of this shit so bring your ass on here
im on my country boy shit hillbilly like its beverly
cherry red chevy lift kit about a couple feet
roots in my boots & i aint gotta prove shit
follow me down to my woods boy hop on 50 sticks
(we got clips we got guns dry them tires off in
this mud im from backwoods cheatham county boy
them three words say it all
droppin bucks, makin dollars small town
made down from the holla
middle finger to the world cause
Americas my daughter) x2
well i started from the bottom
now ya honkie got a buzz on
paps blue ribbon crankin up a thumpin country song
tailgatein, drinkin beer rollin up the greenary
shootin at the ducks while their passin bye my scenary
i came up from nothing now my face in more than 50 states peddel to the metal i aint even gotta
tap the brakes
i aint from the city im from
hollars rivers creeks & lakes
redneck as it gets cause this boy aint got time to go & fake
now lemme pop that clutch
aint your man with the plan no that always crunch
im that mother fuckin hoss now
with zero trust rolling through ya damn city
in this bucket of rust
(we got clips we got guns dry them tires off in
this mud im from backwoods cheatham county boy
them three words say it all
droppin bucks, makin dollars small town
made down from the holla
middle finger to the world cause
Americas my daughter) x2
nashville born small hick town raised
on the edge of music road
corn field with sways
ford dodge cheverolet rust bucket
still plays everything gets dirty tryina pave that way
i aint never had a handout
never had a pick me up
budwiser beer bottles breakin in my pickup truck
chip on my shoulder rockin me a heavy
farmers tan ladies
treat me lovely cause im popular on instagram
haters say im fakin shit say im not famous barely lit
when i didnt have the management to make
sure that im well equipt
so fingers up & shots on me
famous & im 23 self made son
country boy from middle tennassee
(we got clips we got guns dry them tires off in
this mud im from backwoods cheatham county boy
them three words say it all
droppin bucks, makin dollars small town
made down from the holla
middle finger to the world cause
Americas my daughter) x2
heeeelllll yeaaaahh
(Thanks to daniel for these lyrics)
you aint got shit son
im ane frost of this shit so bring your ass on here
im on my country boy shit hillbilly like its beverly
cherry red chevy lift kit about a couple feet
roots in my boots & i aint gotta prove shit
follow me down to my woods boy hop on 50 sticks
(we got clips we got guns dry them tires off in
this mud im from backwoods cheatham county boy
them three words say it all
droppin bucks, makin dollars small town
made down from the holla
middle finger to the world cause
Americas my daughter) x2
well i started from the bottom
now ya honkie got a buzz on
paps blue ribbon crankin up a thumpin country song
tailgatein, drinkin beer rollin up the greenary
shootin at the ducks while their passin bye my scenary
i came up from nothing now my face in more than 50 states peddel to the metal i aint even gotta
tap the brakes
i aint from the city im from
hollars rivers creeks & lakes
redneck as it gets cause this boy aint got time to go & fake
now lemme pop that clutch
aint your man with the plan no that always crunch
im that mother fuckin hoss now
with zero trust rolling through ya damn city
in this bucket of rust
(we got clips we got guns dry them tires off in
this mud im from backwoods cheatham county boy
them three words say it all
droppin bucks, makin dollars small town
made down from the holla
middle finger to the world cause
Americas my daughter) x2
nashville born small hick town raised
on the edge of music road
corn field with sways
ford dodge cheverolet rust bucket
still plays everything gets dirty tryina pave that way
i aint never had a handout
never had a pick me up
budwiser beer bottles breakin in my pickup truck
chip on my shoulder rockin me a heavy
farmers tan ladies
treat me lovely cause im popular on instagram
haters say im fakin shit say im not famous barely lit
when i didnt have the management to make
sure that im well equipt
so fingers up & shots on me
famous & im 23 self made son
country boy from middle tennassee
(we got clips we got guns dry them tires off in
this mud im from backwoods cheatham county boy
them three words say it all
droppin bucks, makin dollars small town
made down from the holla
middle finger to the world cause
Americas my daughter) x2
heeeelllll yeaaaahh
(Thanks to daniel for these lyrics)
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