paroles de chanson Red Clay - Jawga Boyz feat. Them Riverbank Boys

Ain't no need for candy paint
All our drinks are moonlight made
Slinging red clay on everything

Don't tread on me sign on the front door,
What you think I put it there for?
Rebel flag flying out the window,
Moonshine and bud light by the truck load
Take a second yeah we preaching this hick life,
Micki Thompson drag on the turn pike,
Slinging the mud up on the side when I ride by
Only ice that I'm buying is in a yeti,
Only whip that I'll be driving is a chevy,
Wanna get buck wild I'm ready,
Pinks up, no luck, and I'll bet it

Ain't no need for candy paint
All our drinks are moonlight made
Slinging red clay on everything

They don't wanna hear me speak,
Rebel flag flying junkie packing the heat
And when I eat, I devour everything that I see,
They wanna take our flags down but it won't happen to me
(Hell nah)
But for now I'm just lawn chair sitting, sipping on a bud light,
Stocking up the yeti, about to have a fun time,
Yeah we about to give them hell, only tell them one time
(One time)
One time's all I need though,
As long as alcohol's involved I'm gonna be broke,
Not for long I'm gonna make it to the top bro,
Rocking Justins with the old holes you can see toes

Ain't no need for candy paint
All our drinks are moonlight made
Slinging red clay on everything

2 chains ain't enough for a redneck,
Hell I got 3 just in the truck bed
You ain't gotta get ripped from a bow flex,
Country boy, yeah I'm ripped because of bow tech
Hot women getting dirty in the back yard,
Ain't no worries, got the 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 coupe car
(No prius)
Tick tock, I got the cooler and things stocked,
Ain't stopping until I make it to the boondocks,
Follow me I got the ticket and a big block,
Load them up and come and kick it up on the tool box
If you driving, ain't high? You can stay home,
Need a jacked up ride? Get a bank loan,
Going deep up in the pines, no cell phones,
Lakeside coming live from the drop zone
Pretty women shimmy shaking on the tailgate,
Speakers in the back bumping cash like an earthquake,
We're them dudes that's gonna make you do a double take,

Ain't no need for candy paint
All our drinks are moonlight made
Slinging red clay on everything

On, on everything
On, on everything
On, on everything
On, on everything