Katie Noel, Upchurch - Queen of the South lyrics

[Katie Noel, Upchurch - Queen of the South lyrics]

My passenger seat empty
You can see because my windows down
You can't ride with me because my bench
Seat for them big dogs now
Rollin' fresh fresh fresh fresher than
A newly set up Georgia produce stand
She's a woman I'm a fuckin' man
I'm the fuckin' woman, don't need a man

Oh Lord somebody pull the cord
The games gettin' floored by a girl in a Ford
(Ha ha) beach blonde hair and she 5'4"
Cosigned by me, blow smoke on them girl
Ayy hold up, Diesel Gang, Diesel Gang
Fry me uptruck rice add
A couple chicken wings
My truck in the truck show
When the truck show name
And you're pussy boy Facebook page
That's beside the point
You need to get some ointment
I'm slayin' piggies when they
Won't stop oinkin'
I pick up the pace, forklift or somethin'
No back brace when I build shit homie
Even if I get hurt on the job site
I still show up spine cocked
To the slight right
No gun or knife, with chopped off hands
Mean muggin' motherfuckers really-really
Tryna fight
Yeah I know I ain't right also not left
That's a motherfuckin' fact go
Check my credit
I been on the news in the US daily and
I probably got a fuck you face on Reddit
Ain't one song that I ever regretted
Tattoos on the town like ink in my freckles
I'm so Dixie fuckin' whistles miss me
So badass pistols wanna whip me
(Motherfucker)

My passenger seat empty
You can see because my windows down
You can't ride with me because my bench
Seat for them big dogs now
Rollin' fresh fresh fresh fresher than
A newly set up Georgia produce stand
She's a woman I'm a fuckin' man
I'm the fuckin' woman, don't need a man

First things first, I was raised in the 828
Upchurch and myself makin' country rap great
Blood it runs deeper than roots
In the pine bitch
I'm the electrician there's volts on my line
Turn to a wave now there's run in my joint
Surfin' these crowds bitch I'm
Haulin' ya joint
Buzz Light in my years, I'm beyond to beyond
My career is an ocean yours fell in the pond
And I won't respond to you fuckboys
You can catch these hands, upchuck boy
You a turkey, I'm ruffle you up boy
And if you think the shit was so tough boy
Then come to my crib, oh I'll give you a bib
I'll run you for your money
Then go buy a limo
You bend like the limbo, I shine like a disco
My style so slick they callin' me Crisco
Skino, five percent tint on my window
Block me from the world 'cause
I feel like a widow
Stay to myself 'cause I'm stuck in my mind
Workin' for myself
Bitch I'll never be signed
And I've spoke to the spirit's on Ghost Ranch
They said this genre, it is so bland
Got country-country with a beer and dip
You shadow bitches ain't shit

My passenger seat empty
You can see because my windows down
You can't ride with me because my bench
Seat for them big dogs now
Rollin' fresh fresh fresh fresher than
A newly set up Georgia produce stand
She's a woman I'm a fuckin' man
I'm the fuckin' woman, don't need a man

Diesel Gang (Gang, gang, gang)
Stone baby Stone
(Gang Gang Gang) Stone baby Stone (Noel)
(Stone baby Stone) Church, Church, Church
Church stone baby Stone

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