Keys To The Country
Upchurch
Cm
(início)
Cm Cm I got the keys to the country, my diamonds kinda dusty Cm Cm Security like the President, so can't nobody touch me Cm Cm I got the keys to the country, twenty deep when I go clubbin’ Cm Cm Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley, motherfucker
Verse
Cm Cm My bank account lookin' George Strait, I ain't worried ’bout that Cm Cm Got more ice than Kid Rock in the mitten state and the winter season forecast, yeah Cm Cm Backwoods, my style still slap in the Black hoods Cm Cm Dirty ass in a flannel shirt rockin' Chevrolets with a cowl hood, but it sounds good Cm Cm Never endin', that's my time, I bring hip-hop to thesе tall pines Cm Cm The CMAs let a rappеr in, it be Upchurch on that dotted line Cm Rednecker than a redneck with tan lines Cm But I'd really like a thick bitch on my time Cm The backroad threat drippin' off my mind Cm Like sauce to ribs, I want honey on mine Cm And some honeys on the line when the Cadillac's live Cm This is my life and I'm just wingin’ it, child Cm Ain’t made no plans in a long-long time Cm Cause I drift like a cowboy off in the night Cm Just listen for that Rover Cm Be aware of that smoke Cm Just know there ain’t another one of me Cm When it ends it's all that I wrote
Chorus
Cm Cm I got the keys to the country, my diamonds kinda dusty Cm Cm Security like the President, so can't nobody touch me Cm Cm I got the keys to the country, twenty deep when I go clubbin' Cm Cm Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley, motherfucker
Post-Chorus
Cm Cm I got the keys to the country, keys to the country Cm Cm Ride around my city with the keys to the country Cm Cm I got the keys to the country, keys to the country Cm Cm Cm Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harleys, motherfuckerrrrrrrr
Verse 2
Cm Stay rich, it’s the big ballin' Cm Cm Bo Duke-ing my whole life, where's the '69 Charger? Cm Cm Confederate flag flyin' proudly while I'm smokin' loud leaf Cm Cm If you don't like my people, tell the game N.C. They can all leave Cm Cm Motherfucker, I don't care, we headbangin', smokin' killer pot Cm Cm We be sippin' out of jars and passin' out on rocky top Cm Cm Go ahead and call the cops, I got my cattle gates locked Cm Cm We ain't turnin' down until our bodies hit the ground and stop Cm Cm It's that southside livin', Swamporghini still drippin' Cm Cm Party at my house this weekend, twenty girlfriends went missin' Cm Cm Ha-ha, they say I flex too much Cm Well, bitch, I got that southern comfort, you should N.C. Get you some
Chorus
Cm Cm I got the keys to the country, my diamonds kinda dusty Cm Cm Security like the President, so can't nobody touch me Cm Cm I got the keys to the country, twenty deep when I go clubbin' Cm Cm Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley, motherfucker
Post-Chorus
Cm Cm I got the keys to the country, keys to the country Cm Cm Ride around my city with the keys to the country Cm Cm I got the keys to the country, keys to the country Cm Cm Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harleys, motherfucker
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