Upchurch - Tennessee Tilt lyrics
[Upchurch - Tennessee Tilt lyrics]
Ha ha hahaha
These motherfuckers are built not bought
Boy!
My fuckin' light bar and my HID's
Keep me stackin' up these tickets
From the county police
I stay smashin' on these bitches
Cause my truck so clean
Yeah I'm mister put yo girl
Up in my passenger seat
I got that radio cranked soundin'
Like a damn concert (Damn concert)
Tattoos on my skin like I
Said fuck a job 'fer (Fuck a job)
Ridin' as a crew but we rollin' as a family
(Family) shout out to Robertson and Cheatham
County ridin' in this bitch
What you starin' at son? AR in the back glass
Your girlfriend muggin'
Tell her I said she got a fat ass
Tell her I got that 60
Blowin' all that black smoke
She wanna ride with me if we
Fiddin' to hit that backroad
Chrome on the grill, lights in the wheels
Paint job lookin' hotter than
A moonshine still
Whole squad squadded up (Squadded up)
Let me tell you how it feels
Jacked up, sittin' back
That's that Tennessee Tilt
Tennessee Tilt, Tenne Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my county rock
That Tennessee Tilt
Tennessee Tilt, T T Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my town they
Rock that Tennessee Tilt
It's that Tennessee Tilt
Got a ride with a lean
Like a redneck pimp lookin' country boy clean
I got them windows down while
We ride through the mud
With a jar full of clear and
A bag full of bud rockin' Charlie
Merle and Hank cause I like that old sound
Like that grit, dirt, spit
Makin' every hit count
Way back in the sticks where it all goes down
(Goes down)
If you really wanna know then take
A ride through my town
I can call up the squad we
Can hit a back road
Way back in the holler where nobody else goes
I got that truck slidin' sideways
I almost hit a pole
Everybody yellin' hell yeah cause
We don't say no aw yeah, sum'bitch
I don't even know what slow is
In this hillbilly runnin' through
This whole showbiz
I'm old school like moonpies and RC coke and
Still runnin' round the creek with
My old day one friends
Chrome on the grill, lights in the wheels
Paint job lookin' hotter than
A moonshine still
Whole squad squadded up (Squadded up)
Let me tell you how it feels
Jacked up, sittin' back
That's that Tennessee Tilt
Tennessee Tilt, Tenne Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my county rock
That Tennessee Tilt
Tennessee Tilt, T T Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my town they
Rock that Tennessee Tilt
Chrome on the grill, lights in the wheels
Paint job lookin' hotter than
A moonshine still
Whole squad squadded up (Squadded up)
Let me tell you how it feels
Jacked up, sittin' back
That's that Tennessee Tilt
Tennessee Tilt, Tenne Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my county rock
That Tennessee Tilt
Tennessee Tilt, T T Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my town they
Rock that Tennessee Tilt tennessee Tilt
These motherfuckers are built not bought
Boy!
My fuckin' light bar and my HID's
Keep me stackin' up these tickets
From the county police
I stay smashin' on these bitches
Cause my truck so clean
Yeah I'm mister put yo girl
Up in my passenger seat
I got that radio cranked soundin'
Like a damn concert (Damn concert)
Tattoos on my skin like I
Said fuck a job 'fer (Fuck a job)
Ridin' as a crew but we rollin' as a family
(Family) shout out to Robertson and Cheatham
County ridin' in this bitch
What you starin' at son? AR in the back glass
Your girlfriend muggin'
Tell her I said she got a fat ass
Tell her I got that 60
Blowin' all that black smoke
She wanna ride with me if we
Fiddin' to hit that backroad
Chrome on the grill, lights in the wheels
Paint job lookin' hotter than
A moonshine still
Whole squad squadded up (Squadded up)
Let me tell you how it feels
Jacked up, sittin' back
That's that Tennessee Tilt
Tennessee Tilt, Tenne Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my county rock
That Tennessee Tilt
Tennessee Tilt, T T Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my town they
Rock that Tennessee Tilt
It's that Tennessee Tilt
Got a ride with a lean
Like a redneck pimp lookin' country boy clean
I got them windows down while
We ride through the mud
With a jar full of clear and
A bag full of bud rockin' Charlie
Merle and Hank cause I like that old sound
Like that grit, dirt, spit
Makin' every hit count
Way back in the sticks where it all goes down
(Goes down)
If you really wanna know then take
A ride through my town
I can call up the squad we
Can hit a back road
Way back in the holler where nobody else goes
I got that truck slidin' sideways
I almost hit a pole
Everybody yellin' hell yeah cause
We don't say no aw yeah, sum'bitch
I don't even know what slow is
In this hillbilly runnin' through
This whole showbiz
I'm old school like moonpies and RC coke and
Still runnin' round the creek with
My old day one friends
Chrome on the grill, lights in the wheels
Paint job lookin' hotter than
A moonshine still
Whole squad squadded up (Squadded up)
Let me tell you how it feels
Jacked up, sittin' back
That's that Tennessee Tilt
Tennessee Tilt, Tenne Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my county rock
That Tennessee Tilt
Tennessee Tilt, T T Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my town they
Rock that Tennessee Tilt
Chrome on the grill, lights in the wheels
Paint job lookin' hotter than
A moonshine still
Whole squad squadded up (Squadded up)
Let me tell you how it feels
Jacked up, sittin' back
That's that Tennessee Tilt
Tennessee Tilt, Tenne Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my county rock
That Tennessee Tilt
Tennessee Tilt, T T Tennessee Tilt
Everybody in my town they
Rock that Tennessee Tilt tennessee Tilt