| Bitch, I’m from Kentucky
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| But this ain’t no fucking Dixie Chicks
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| This is not Route 66
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| She step out, take like fifty flicks
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| I’m way too selective with the folks
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| That I get mixy with
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| She said that’s a lie, boy
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| You a thot, thot, thot
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| Just left out the city
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| It was hot, hot, hot
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| Think they fucking with me
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| But they not, not, not
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| I just cannot stop
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| I’m 'bout to buy my bro a drop
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| She came to kick it with her friends
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| They taking shots, shots, shots
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| I’m a hot shot (Aye)
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| Met her at the club and I took her to the casa
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| Get bread nonstop
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| Know my name ring a bell like Raja
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| From the city like Rondo, Rajon
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| But I’m from the white side like Hassan
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| Way too fly, but I’m not trying
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| Had y’all’s fun, but it’s my time
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| Chain go bling, I ain’t talking 'bout hotline
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| Young and I got time
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| But I finally got one, it’s about time
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| Make the whole city shine every time that I shine
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| Let me know now if you not down
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| 'Cause you left and you not 'round
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| Need a Julep and a hot brown
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| Go ahead, let that top down
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| Bitch, I’m from Kentucky
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| But this ain’t no fucking Dixie Chicks
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| This is not Route 66
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| She step out, take like fifty flicks
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| I’m way too selective with the folks
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| That I get mixy with
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| She said that’s a lie, boy
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| You a thot, thot, thot
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| Just left out the city
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| It was hot, hot, hot
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| Think they fucking with me
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| But they not, not, not
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| I just cannot stop
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| I’m 'bout to buy my bro a drop
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| She came to kick it with her friends
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| They taking shots, shots, shots
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| White gold over my Chrome Hearts
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| Ten bands sloppy, I ain’t got no card
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| I don’t feel nothing for the most part
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| Fat boy drive this bitch like a go-kart
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| Slide through the opp blocks
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| Shooting out blow darts
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| I been rich before I signed
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| Shirt cost five, wear it one time
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| She don’t slurp, get out my ride
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| Run my city, you can ask my opps
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| Love my thots with mouths like mops
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| Shirt off, chains on in a drop
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| I spent twenty G’s for a clock
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| Put a Bentley GT in my mouth
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| We don’t sell CD’s out this house
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| Still got
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| in now
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| Like what’s a drought, drought, drought
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| Bitch, I’m from Kentucky
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| But this ain’t no fucking Dixie Chicks
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| This is not Route 66
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| She step out, take like fifty flicks
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| I’m way too selective with the folks
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| That I get mixy with
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| She said that’s a lie, boy
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| You a thot, thot, thot
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| Just left out the city
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| It was hot, hot, hot
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| Think they fucking with me
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| But they not, not, not
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| I just cannot stop
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| I’m 'bout to buy my bro a drop
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| She came to kick it with her friends
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| They taking shots, shots, shots |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Route 66 , by - Jack Harlow. Song from the album Thats What They All Say, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп