Correction Paroles Bonnies in the Coupe par Upchurch

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Label, they callin', I do not want them
Came in the game with a swing like a door hinge (Door hinge)
Blunt rolled, Copperhead Road (Copperhead Road)
Shoot the jukebox standin' in the club, uh-oh
I get that hoochie-coochie like rock stars that's in the movies (Movies)
Tour bus like the '80s, even drivers get the groupies (Groupies)
Comparin' me to Elvis in the cut with all the cuties
Rednecks in my crew and under them suits, yeah, they got the Uzis

I pull up in the Villey, ain't no sparkle on my boots
I don't pay no tabby, with the bottle I'm a goose
All the baddies want shotty, got the Bonnies in the coupe
And they ain't playin' me, but do my tracks stay on a loop
I pull up in the Villey, ain't no sparkle on my boots
I don't pay no tabby, with the bottle I'm a goose
All the baddies want shotty, got the Bonnies in the coupe
And they ain't playin' me, but do my tracks stay on a loop
South side, (South side)  'til I die ('Til I die)
When I get to Heaven, I need seven four-wheel drives (Four-wheel drives)
South side, (South side) 'til I die ('Til I die)
Jesus do a liquor trick 'cause I ain't drinkin' wine (Drinkin' wine)
And I'll bring the dust, surround me with angels
Colt 45 and some good green and paper (And paper)
Ballpoint pen leakin' a lifetime (Lifetime)
You can write about me, but not to cop mine
I'm big cousin Bubba, a country-a** motherf**ker
Standin' on the porch like a felon, kitchen tats and I'm covered
I'll kill for my mother, my brother, settin' up him with others
And write about my life and still survive, a country star when I show up

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