[Intro: Upchurch]
Church, Church, Church, Church
Yeah
[Chorus: Upchurch]
I woke up this morning as a bad motherfucker
Remembered everyone who said I wasn't gonna be nothin'
I got a Harley I don't ride, some trucks that never see the road
And one I'm drivin' all the time your girlfriend prolly seen before
I woke up this morning as a bad motherfucker
Remembered everyone who said I wasn't gonna be nothin'
I got a Harley I don't ride, some trucks that never see the road
And one I'm drivin' all the time your girlfriend prolly seen before
[Verse 1: Upchurch]
I stay from different county lights, bitch, I am the rebel
Hold the pistol to the head of this slick ass devil
Should I cut his fuckin' throat or outdo him like Charlie Daniels
Fuckin' blow his brains out and tell Jesus I got it handled
Yeah, I'm heaven sent but love raisin' hell
Love chasin' slick thick southern belle's
This image of mine is no show and tell
I'm gonna pop, pop, pop like shotgun shells
Hit 'em with a drop top, Boss Hog for real
Luke Duke from the cops when I'm shiftin' gears
Hoggin' up three lanes like I don't care
With the black smoke choke y'all all to death
When a Ford breaks down I pull up in the lane
With that fine ass girl totin' that John Wayne
One round in the six who really wanna play
I'm Vladamir Putin with the way I slay
I gotta lot of problems I don't really tell
Really got guns like guards in jail
Really love winnin' if you can't tell
And I fly a rebel flag 'cause I ain't scared
Church, Church, Church, Church
Yeah
[Chorus: Upchurch]
I woke up this morning as a bad motherfucker
Remembered everyone who said I wasn't gonna be nothin'
I got a Harley I don't ride, some trucks that never see the road
And one I'm drivin' all the time your girlfriend prolly seen before
I woke up this morning as a bad motherfucker
Remembered everyone who said I wasn't gonna be nothin'
I got a Harley I don't ride, some trucks that never see the road
And one I'm drivin' all the time your girlfriend prolly seen before
[Verse 1: Upchurch]
I stay from different county lights, bitch, I am the rebel
Hold the pistol to the head of this slick ass devil
Should I cut his fuckin' throat or outdo him like Charlie Daniels
Fuckin' blow his brains out and tell Jesus I got it handled
Yeah, I'm heaven sent but love raisin' hell
Love chasin' slick thick southern belle's
This image of mine is no show and tell
I'm gonna pop, pop, pop like shotgun shells
Hit 'em with a drop top, Boss Hog for real
Luke Duke from the cops when I'm shiftin' gears
Hoggin' up three lanes like I don't care
With the black smoke choke y'all all to death
When a Ford breaks down I pull up in the lane
With that fine ass girl totin' that John Wayne
One round in the six who really wanna play
I'm Vladamir Putin with the way I slay
I gotta lot of problems I don't really tell
Really got guns like guards in jail
Really love winnin' if you can't tell
And I fly a rebel flag 'cause I ain't scared
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