Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rahhh, artist - Demun Jones. Album song #Beast, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 05.01.2017
Record label: 2017 Average Joes Entertainment
Song language: English
Rahhh |
You ain’t gotta be that close to hear me comin' |
I’m roarin' down the highway speakers thumpin' to somethin' |
It costs a pretty penny to raise up and ride |
'Cause they don’t come from the factory this high |
I got a whole mess of rednecks, real unsteady |
Willin' to get down in the dirt, bloody and sweaty |
Ain’t lookin' for no trouble but we sittin' already |
I ain’t sayin' you should come but if you do come heavy |
Firearms locked, loaded, brass knuckles |
Rifles, machetes, boots, and belt buckles |
Two boxes on the back both full of lead |
Ammo, camo from toe to head |
Flashin' lights in the rear view, here they come |
I ain’t tryna go to jail, fellows we gotta run |
When I drop the sledge hammer it sounds so good |
I got a whole stable sittin' under the hood |
It go |
Rahhh |
And my pipes go rahhh |
My Super Duty go rahhh |
Make some noise go rahhh, rahhh, rahhh |
County boys go rahhh |
My mid grips go rahhh |
My thunder header go rahhh |
Make some noise go rahhh, rahhh, rahhh, rahhh, rahhh |
Well I’m screamin' with the Demon |
Jonesin' for nothin' |
Wanted to get high, hell I’m high ' cause the truck is |
Tail pipes blowin' smoke no chokin' |
Never stuck, not a mudhole I won’t go in |
Speakers bangin' like your chrome four four is |
No it ain’t a Ford but Lord you better focus |
Them tires proper, sit like a helicopter |
Redneck rapper if you allergic call a doctor |
But there ain’t no intravenous drug that can stop ya |
Enviousness so your best bet’s to quit cold turkey |
Search and find your internal soul purpose |
To be on this earth like I did |
Now I ride, never on the highways doin' 90 |
On gravel and travelin' and doin' it my way |
Saddlin' up the steel horse I feel it in my veins |
Me and the rider the same, we goin' insane |
We goin' |
Rahhh |
And my pipes go rahhh |
My Super Duty go rahhh |
Make some noise go rahhh, rahhh, rahhh |
County boys go rahhh |
My mid grips go rahhh |
My thunder header go rahhh |
Make some noise go rahhh, rahhh, rahhh, rahhh, rahhh |
Yeah you can hear me comin' bu-bu-bu-bu-bumpin' |
Twelves like shot gun shells pu-pu-pu-pu-pumpin' |
Hell since twelve I been thu-thu-thu-thu-thumpin' |
Rebellious hell, yeah you ain’t tellin' me nothin' |
But something’s tellin' me minus amphetamines and felonies |
We still gon' rock 'til we drop |
'Cause Charley Farley be out in the country scene |
Scenic routes trucks mud shinin' off |
It’s got to be noisy, fast, and real loud |
To make a Jones County boy from the muddy south proud |
Disturbin' the peace, citations is a must |
So rev your motor and crank your system up 'til it bust |
Here come that crew on two and four wheels |
Makin' the ground shake just like an earthquake feels |
Leavin' black marks on the road everywhere we go |
Everybody knows when we comin' 'cause we make it go |
Rahhh |
And my pipes go rahhh |
My Super Duty go rahhh |
Make some noise go rahhh, rahhh, rahhh |
County boys go rahhh |
My mid grips go rahhh |
My thunder header go rahhh |
Make some noise go rahhh, rahhh, rahhh, rahhh, rahhh, rahhh |