Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kick Mud , by - SMO. Song from the album Grass Roots, in the genre КантриRelease date: 14.06.2012
Record label: Big Smo
Song language: English
Kick Mud |
| This is for the 4 wheel Mud nut |
| Jacked up Chevy truck |
| Rollin in Ford tough |
| Creepin through them deep ruts |
| Music cranked full speed |
| Moonshine fresh tree |
| Look they keg standin' |
| On the roof of that SUV |
| Trail ride slip n' slide |
| In my side by side |
| Rippin like a RAZR |
| Through a roll of Tennessee pines |
| Hangin by the lake |
| The bon fire bound to make |
| All them country gals go crazy |
| Kick mud |
| 35's sittin high my truck’ll |
| Kick mud |
| Crawlin through them slop pits my grips |
| Kick mud |
| Country livin' shine sippin' we all |
| Kick mud |
| If you don’t like the way we livin' guess what |
| Kick mud |
| 35's sittin high my truck’ll |
| Kick mud |
| Crawlin through them slop pits my grips |
| Kick mud |
| Country livin' shine sippin' we all |
| Kick mud |
| If you don’t like the way we livin' |
| Kick mud |
| All my lil' mud nuggets |
| Gettin buck at the ball |
| Tell them city boys to |
| Kick mud off of the bar |
| Raisin Cain in the lane |
| 3 foot of slop |
| And the machine it don’t listen |
| When you tell it to stop |
| True mud camo |
| And some dirty jeans |
| Meat mud smothered |
| Yeah I put that on everything |
| Cotton mouth |
| Boots Farmall hat |
| Now tell me that you ever see |
| Country like that |
| Kick mud |
| 35's sittin high my truck’ll |
| Kick mud |
| Crawlin through them slop pits my grips |
| Kick mud |
| Country livin' shine sippin' we all |
| Kick mud |
| If you don’t like the way we livin' guess what |
| Kick mud |
| Kick mud |
| 35's sittin high my truck’ll |
| Kick mud |
| Crawlin through them slop pits my grips |
| Kick mud |
| Country livin' shine sippin' we all |
| Kick mud |
| If you don’t like the way we livin' then you can |
| Kick mud |
| Its Big John on the block |
| Better live ya life savin’s off an acre a crop |
| You all talk it |
| I walk every line that I spit |
| Keep it kuntry for my kinfolk reppin' the stix |
| Backwoods livin' produce flippin' |
| Pure bread American |
| Southern and simple |
| We’re born to ride |
| Livin' to die |
| Nothin standin' in our way |
| When we’re sittin' this high |
| Kick mud |
| 35's sittin high my truck’ll |
| Kick mud |
| Crawlin through them slop pits my grips |
| Kick mud |
| Country livin' shine sippin' we all |
| Kick mud |
| If you don’t like the way we livin' guess what |
| Kick mud |
| 35's sittin high my truck’ll |
| Kick mud |
| Crawlin through them slop pits my grips |
| Kick mud |
| Country livin' shine sippin' we all |
| Kick mud |
| If you don’t like the way we livin' then you can |
| Kick mud |
| Kick mud |
| Kick mud |
| Kick mud |
| Kick mud |
| Kick mud |
| Kick mud |
| Kick mud |
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