Letra de Mudd Pitt

[Intro]
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Sing along suckers, it's the Redneck Social Club
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[Verse 1: [?] &
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It's Friday night and we're kickin' at the mud pit
Rollin' so hard the cops
even don't give a shit
Cold beer up town the flyest little honey dip
A splash of Crown in the extra large Vanilla Coke
I say
screw you
as I part from the smoke (woah)
You lookin' for a fight then you found it sucka, sucka, sucka, sucka, sucka
[Chorus: [?] &
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]
Country fried Bible buddies, spiked lemon berry pies
It's a Redneck Social Club
This is how we, this is how we, this is how we rock
Kickin' at the mud pit
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If you wanna get the tires wet
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The country folks from the woods
The country folks from the hood
Let's all go hard down at the mud pit
Hey hey
[Verse 2: [?] &
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Donuts in the parkin' lot dogs in the back
Headed down to Texas with a
six point twelve pack
Oh snap, whose that shooters on the radio
Haha yeah
You know I grip in sins in my cut off jeans
Tank top flip flops
aviators on the scene, aviators on the scene
(ohh)
Got a bush in my hand, don't mean in a can
It's on tonight you better call your whole fam'
[Chorus: [?] &
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]
Country fried Bible buddies, spiked lemon berry pie
It's a Redneck Social Club
This is how we rock
Kickin' at the mud pit
Na-na-na-na
If you wanna get the tires wet
Na-na-na-na
The country folks from the woods
The country folks from the hood
Let's all go hard down at the mud pit
Hey hey
[Interlude]
[Outro: [?] &
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]
Kickin' at the mud pit
If you wanna get the tires wet
Na-na-na-na
We're country folks from the woods
We're country folks from the hood
Kickin' at the mud pit
Na-na-na-na
If you wanna get the tires wet
Na-na-na-na
We're country folks from the woods
We're country folks from the hood
Let's all go hard down at the mud pit
Hey
'Til we roll hard down at, roll hard down at the
'Til we roll hard down at the mud pit