Muddy - plenka

Mount up if you got a big truck That's jones in your speaker boy you better turn it up. You know it ain't a party if the trucks ain't muddy, The system ain't bumpin, and somebody ain't bloody. The muddy muddy. Duck, camo, dip, ride. Pack of peaches in my four wheel drive. Black, yota, high ridin my hometown i can't hide. Stacked vocals, just right Oh you know country folks can sure rhyme Lean out to the side, get a swig of real moonshine. Real tree camo covered, muddy sneakers, ladies love it. Braves hat, uga puppies. Muddy south, ain't for yuppies. Dirt road, ridin daily. Night time we shining maybe. You can ride, don't tell nobody. We ain't tryina get locked up. Mount up if you got a big truck That's jones in your speaker boy you better turn it up. You know it ain't a party if the trucks ain't muddy, The system ain't bumpin, and somebody ain't bloody. The muddy muddy. We don't need no dance floor to get this thang jumpin, Cause the bed of my big black truck keeps em comin. Dixie dimes on the back. All tens you best believe. Its your buddy from the muddy so don't hate me. Sleep till noon then refill the igloo. Sodas if you don't, brew if you do. Bottle of Yaeger. (Oh dear god mud digger 4 goes hard) Yes ma'am, you heard right. Mud tight, pit lit like a ball field all night. Cut off skimpy, shake it like a pom-pom. Mud digger deep come get some. Mount up if you got a big truck That's jones in your speaker boy you better turn it up. You know it ain't a party if the trucks ain't muddy, The system ain't bumpin, and somebody ain't bloody. The muddy muddy. Heart of Georgia Jones county, country boys livin rowdy. Rep your woods, raise your ride. Fly old glory on the side. If you proud, then salute. Aim your guns up and shoot. Rifle rack in the back, three-o-eight and a double duece. Know I'm back in the muddy, back in truck. Drop it in low and never stuck. Nice ride but mine is better. Platinum package saddle leather. Cow girls, come on in. plenty of room, bring your friends. Cab is huge we fillin up. Muddy south, we livin it up. Mount up if you got a big truck That's jones in your speaker boy you better turn it up. You know it ain't a party if the trucks ain't muddy, The system ain't bumpin, and somebody ain't bloody. The muddy muddy. Mount up if you got a big truck That's jones in your speaker boy you better turn it up. You know it ain't a party if the trucks ain't muddy, The system ain't bumpin, and somebody ain't bloody. The muddy muddy. Back in the muddy, back in the truck Back in the muddy, back in the truck Now I'm back in the muddy, back in the truck Drop it low, drop it low

Oh, you're just not what we're like You're just not that so white You're just not born too rich And so I rebel wild You like to sow the wind I'll give you everything My anger fills the storm I'm devil in human form Yea (yea) that bitch likes to suck my blood Let this whole world break and flood What's the point to be all quiet? Let the table turn, is a riot Is a blasphemous shit inside You can run, but you can't hide (you can't hide) My blood will suffice your pride Let the upside world decide Oh, you're just not what we're like You're just not that so white You're just not born too rich And so I rebel wild You like to sow the wind I'll give you everything (I'll give you everything) My anger fills the storm (storm) I'm devil in human form Yea, lil' snitch gets carried away These kids, kids, kids, get paid Visionary, I'm so damn wild I'm a motherfucker, oh, so child This bitch likes to suck my blood I don't care my shoes in the mud Each step turns me antagonist Black cloud with fire in lungs Oh (oh) you like to sow the wind I'll give you everything My anger fills the storm (storm) I'm devil in human form I'll come back, back around I'll be that, oh, so child Is a nightmare what I like? I'll be that, oh, so child