Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Red Clay, artist - Jawga Boyz. Album song Mud Boggin Crew, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.10.2016
Record label: D. Thrash
Song language: English
Red Clay |
All them boys in Fords and Chevrolets |
Ain’t no need for candy paint |
All our drinks are moonlight made |
Slingin red clay on everything |
All them boys in Fords and Chevrolets |
Ain’t no need for candy paint |
All our drinks are moonlight made |
Slingin red clay on everything |
Don’t tread on me sign on the front door (front door) |
Whatcha think I put it there for? |
(there for) |
Rebel flag flyin out the window (yee yee!) |
Moonshine and Bud Light by the truckload (truckload) |
Take a lesson y’all we’re preachin this hick life |
Mickey Thompson drag on the turn pike (turn pipe) |
City boys tryna keep keep the paint dry |
Slingin the mud up on the side when I ride by |
Only ice I’m buyin is in a yeti |
Only whip that I’ve been drivin is a Chevy |
When I get buckwild I’m ready |
Pink’s up no luck and I bet it |
All them boys in Fords and Chevrolets |
Ain’t no need for candy paint |
All our drinks are moonlight made |
Slingin red clay on everything |
All them boys in Fords and Chevrolets |
Ain’t no need for candy paint |
All our drinks are moonlight made |
Slingin red clay on everything |
They don’t wanna hear me speak |
Rebel flag flyin' junkie packin' the heat |
And when I eat I devour anything that I see |
They try to take our flags down but that won’t happen to me (hell naw) |
Just lawn chair sittin' sippin' on a Bud Light |
Party on the river bank till the sunlight |
Stockin' up the Yeti 'bout to have a fun time |
And about to give 'em hell only tell 'em one time |
One time is all I need though |
Long as alcohol’s involved I’m gon' be broke |
Not for long I’m gon' make it to the top bro |
I can dress it with the old holes you can see toes |
All them boys in Fords and Chevrolets |
Ain’t no need for candy paint |
All our drinks are moonlight made |
Stickin red clay on everything |
All them boys in Fords and Chevrolets |
Ain’t no need for candy paint |
All our drinks are moonlight made |
Slingin red clay on everything |
Two chains ain’t enough for a redneck (nope) |
Hell I got three just in the truck bed |
We ain’t gotta get ripped from a Bowflex |
Country boy I’m ripped 'cause of Bowtech |
Hot women gettin' dirty in the backyard |
Ain’t no worries got that fury in the mason jar |
And you can try to get the girls at the city bar |
But how many can you fit inside a cube car |
Tick tock I got the cooler and the things stocked |
Ain’t stoppin' 'till I make it to the boondocks |
Follow me I got the ticket in my big block |
Load 'em up and come and kick it up on the toolbox |
If you drivin' eight high you can stay home |
Need a jacked up ride get a bank loan |
Goin' back up in the pines no cellphones |
Lakeside comin' live from the drop zone |
Pretty ladies see me shakin' on the tailgates |
Speakers in the back bumpin' Cash like an earthquake |
What they do is gonna make you do a double take |
You know you gonna be livin' if you’re chillin' with Them Riverbanks |
All them boys in Fords and Chevrolets |
Ain’t no need for candy paint |
All our drinks are moonlight made |
Slingin red clay on everything |
All them boys in Fords and Chevrolets |
Ain’t no need for candy paint |
All our drinks are moonlight made |
Slingin red clay on everything |
All them boys in Fords and Chevrolets |
Ain’t no need for candy paint |
All our drinks are moonlight made |
Slingin red clay on everything |
All them boys in Fords and Chevrolets |
Ain’t no need for candy paint |
All our drinks are moonlight made |
Slingin red clay on everything |