Letra Dirty hat de Upchurch

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2018

Dirty hat

Church
Bottleneck
Hah

I'm that new age, Johnny Cash, nasty chip up on my shoulder
Pick your favorite country rapper, everybody know I'm golden
Got the biggest numbers in my lane of music and I tip my hat in the country charts
And I dip out for a couple weeks and I come back with even better art
I dropped six albums in 2 years and every damn one hit the billboards
And I kicked a twist and hit number 2 with that country album that I made for 'em
Then Kane Brown called the same night, said I dropped that at the worst time
Same damn minute as Chris Stapleton, he was number 1 and I was right behind
And I damn near bout shit my pants when Summer Love broke top 5
Ghost been all about the soul and that video got about a million
And I murder everything I'm getting on, I'm in the motherfucking game like Repko
Fuck around then come get capped on by a white boy from the sticks y'all

Riding through the country with my seat leaned back
Thinking bout all my success underneath this dirty hat
Underneath this dirty hat, underneath this dirty hat
Thinking bout all my success underneath this dirty hat

Well I've been here from the start y'all, leaving 'em stuck with lockjawFucking the game up raw dog and taking mine like a sawed off
I'm top 5 bitch in every country rapping category
All I want is money, fuck the fame, I don't need the glory
Y'all can have it back, faking country when you rap
I'm as real as it gets and I still wear these dirty hats
I'm a honkey ass hustling straight up cracker from the bottom
If you talk about your numbers, fake bitches, y'all ain't got 'em
We steady making hits, Redneck Nation's how we living
I'ma make a bold prediction, I bet this one hits a million
Bottleneck and Upchurch, how the hell we gonna miss it
And all y'all motherfucking haters, well y'all know where to kiss it
I'm just driving through the country with my seat leaned back
There's a bunch of fake bitches in this game and that's a fact
I've been here for a while, don't give a damn about no views
I'm a legend in this game and there ain't nothing else to prove

I'm just riding through the country with my seat leaned back
Thinking bout all my success underneath this dirty hat
Underneath this dirty hat, underneath this dirty hat
Thinking bout all my success underneath this dirty hat

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Church
Bottleneck
Hah

I'm that new age, Johnny Cash, nasty chip up on my shoulder
Pick your favorite country rapper, everybody know I'm golden
Got the biggest numbers in my lane of music and I tip my hat in the country charts
And I dip out for a couple weeks and I come back with even better art
I dropped six albums in 2 years and every damn one hit the billboards
And I kicked a twist and hit number 2 with that country album that I made for 'em
Then Kane Brown called the same night, said I dropped that at the worst time
Same damn minute as Chris Stapleton, he was number 1 and I was right behind
And I damn near bout shit my pants when Summer Love broke top 5
Ghost been all about the soul and that video got about a million
And I murder everything I'm getting on, I'm in the motherfucking game like Repko
Fuck around then come get capped on by a white boy from the sticks y'all

Riding through the country with my seat leaned back
Thinking bout all my success underneath this dirty hat
Underneath this dirty hat, underneath this dirty hat
Thinking bout all my success underneath this dirty hat

Well I've been here from the start y'all, leaving 'em stuck with lockjawFucking the game up raw dog and taking mine like a sawed off
I'm top 5 bitch in every country rapping category
All I want is money, fuck the fame, I don't need the glory
Y'all can have it back, faking country when you rap
I'm as real as it gets and I still wear these dirty hats
I'm a honkey ass hustling straight up cracker from the bottom
If you talk about your numbers, fake bitches, y'all ain't got 'em
We steady making hits, Redneck Nation's how we living
I'ma make a bold prediction, I bet this one hits a million
Bottleneck and Upchurch, how the hell we gonna miss it
And all y'all motherfucking haters, well y'all know where to kiss it
I'm just driving through the country with my seat leaned back
There's a bunch of fake bitches in this game and that's a fact
I've been here for a while, don't give a damn about no views
I'm a legend in this game and there ain't nothing else to prove

I'm just riding through the country with my seat leaned back
Thinking bout all my success underneath this dirty hat
Underneath this dirty hat, underneath this dirty hat
Thinking bout all my success underneath this dirty hat