LyricsOutshine Me

Colt Ford

Last update on: July 26, 2019
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I got a copper still hand built up in the hills Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill White liquor hits you quicker; knock you off your feet

Lay down your mason jars, you can′t outshine me I'mma put it out here; let me tell ya something, What d′y'all think my still be pumpin? 90 proof; spit the truth Stop telling everybody you can do what I do. So if you can, you better get like me; Go sit down and write a hit like me. From where I stand you ain't shoot to me; Gotta sell a few mill outta your own still I won′t sugar coat it; burn your throat it Kids aint scared... I′m Locked and loaded Real is all me; they all can feel me Dirt road disciple (da-steeple); man of the people Mix it, churn it, light it, burn it Daylight to dark; me and my folks earn it Plow it, haul it, hunt it, shoot it, skin it, fry it, That's how we do it. Sip it, chug it, jar it, jug it; Do it a little better than anyone does it. Y′all are chasin' a thoroughbred Y′all done got lapped I'm miles ahead Too late to slow down; I′m a runaway train Colt Ford; remember my name Haters, Tweeters, bloggers, bashers; Watch your mouth cause I run these pastures 2x I can't take this, I wanna make this real clear; What d'ya′ll think I been doin′ here? Switchin' gears and changing lanes Jackin′ up trucks; running down Lames Light that flame for America Cross that line I'll bury ya; Gotta shotgun that′ll take care of ya And a mudhole that' I′ll bury ya Gotta bunch of county folks all down to ride; And a bunch of rednecks aint scared to fight. I'mma give it to ya my way: dirt road, hi-way, Four wheel, Jack it up; talk sh*t; back it up. Yall a trip and I'm out of your league Sippin′ shine and I′m hard to see I'm something that you′ll never be; It's a pipe dream, You can′t outshine me Cause Im dura-coated; turbo charged Everything about me is large Y'all are chasin a thoroughbred Y′all done got lapped I'm miles ahead Too late to slow down I'm a runaway train Colt Ford; remember my name Haters, Tweeters, bloggers, bashers Watch your mouth cause I run these pastures 4x

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