Son Of The Dirty South feat. Jelly Roll

歌詞

Tatted-up, I'm gassed up, I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south This that southern, playerlistic, Willie-smoking, whiskey sipping Southern like my momma's kitchen, gravy biscuits, fried chicken Backroads, I'm still tipping, wood wheel, I'm still gripping Stand strong, no ass kissing, old school ass whipping Come from the bottom, nothing is a problem, say get 'em, I got 'em, I promise My roots are blue-collar, them boys from the holler Do anything that they can just for a dollar Pit bulls in the yard, broken down cars, I'm like fuck it, I'm high I pull up trailer park pimping with a double-wide dime 'Cause I'm a son of the dirty south, got to tripping Mama washing out my dirty mouth and picking switches I'm a hell-raising rebel that you better never tread on Gun-toting, drinking, smoking hoss that you can bet on Tatted-up, I'm gassed up, I'm throwed off and I'm buck-wild Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south (Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south) I'm from a place where they mix rock, country, and hip-hop Somewhere between Hank, Three 6, and Kid Rock Johnny Cash, all black, this that old-school flavor Sipping something, ripping more lines than notebook paper Outlaw spirit, my middle finger stuck up again, bad boy We all know good women love troubled men Got that music cranked loud, we won't turn shit down Peaceful people but believe it, we gon' burn shit down Oh, I'm a son of the dirty south, got to tripping Mama washing out my dirty mouth and picking switches I'm a hell-raising rebel that you better never tread on Gun-toting, drinking, smoking hoss that you can bet on Tatted-up, I'm gassed up, I'm throwed off and I'm buck-wild Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south You know some folks won't change We stand for the flag and kneel to pray It's the land of the free because of the brave From the cradle to the grave We were made in the USA Yeah, I'm a son of the dirty south, got to tripping Mama washing out my dirty mouth and picking switches I'm a hell-raising rebel that you better never tread on Gun-toting, drinking, smoking hoss that you can bet on Tatted-up, I'm gassed up, I'm throwed off and I'm buck-wild Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south