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Yeah, I'm him. The one who's repping for the country. The one who's stuntin, ridin muddy. Yeah, I'm him. The one who keeps his speakers bumpin. The one that drives the girls crazy cause they love me. Yeah, I'm him. The one who's got that master flow, blowin smoke from local to international. Yeah, I'm him. The one who was raised up in the sticks, the mud digger, don't you ever forget. Yeah, cause I'm him |
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I used to sit back be that never run my mouth boy, but now I'm that one who gets wild in the crowd boy. I keep it country, wherever I'm at. Never worried, I got that club mud crew that always got my back. So if you want it then come and get it. My rhymes are well invented, I write it on how I live it. My swag on full, never empty. Beer ya, I got plenty. Raise hell yeah I'm always ready. Tear up a track, you can call me Richard Petty. Oh, I'm givin y'all some country with some bang. No more holdin back, for now I'ma bring in the gang. Where it's headed, nowhere, in the woods or in a jon boat. We spittin lyrics, huntin bucks, or fishin in a honey hole |
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I'm him. The one who's repping for the country. The one who's stuntin, ridin muddy. Yeah, I'm him. The one who keeps his speakers bumpin. The one that drives the girls crazy cause they love me. Yeah, I'm him. The one who's got that master flow, blowin smoke from local to international. Yeah, I'm him. The one who was raised up in the sticks, the mud digger, don't you ever forget. Yeah, cause I'm him |
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I welcome competition, y'all can keep on comin with it. Think I'm jokin? Then y'all just keep on messin with me. I have no time for rumors or stupid chitter chatter. I work hard and live a life that truly matters. Start it up, then drop it down in four-low. So loud it sounds like a war zone (boom-boom). I got them subwoofers knockin. Once you rev up, uh oh, ain't no stoppin. Standin by a fire barrel, drinkin beer that's ice cold. Sippin on some shine cause that's how a country boy rolls. Walkin tall with black and camo, why I'll be wearin. With a Chevy chain and people askin, "Is that?" |
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Yeah, I'm him. The one who's repping for the country. The one who's stuntin, ridin muddy. Yeah, I'm him. The one who keeps his speakers bumpin. The one that drives the girls crazy cause they love me. Yeah, I'm him. The one who's got that master flow, blowin smoke from local to international. Yeah, I'm him. The one who was raised up in the sticks, the mud digger, don't you ever forget. Yeah, cause I'm him |