Who – Upchurch lyrics

Lyrics Who – Upchurch

Hahaha Church
B***h we ain’t playing in the same dirt
B***h we ain’t hanging with the same folks
Everybody with me got kitchen tattoos
And a heater so hot, watch your Cheyenne burst
They don’t wanna see win they know that’s a fact
They wanna get a knife and stick it in my back
But they ain’t close enough I got the balls to act
So when I’m looking at ya I’m like who the f*ck is that.

Hahahaaa
Who the who the f*ck is that
Yeah whooo the whooo the f*ck is that
I don’t know I don’t know
Who the who the f*ck is that
I don’t know I don’t know
I said whooo the whooo the f*ck is.

Started out with nothing, truck heat up and rusted
Thought they wouldn’t accept me, then I felt like f*ck it
You can’t tell me nothin’ country country bumpkin
Puttin’ wagon wheels up on the f*cking Cutlass
You can suck my rooster, yeah I got the scratch
I’m fightin’ til I’m dead, I’m coming with the gas
If you can’t speak my language, we can’t hang for that
I’m from the dirty dirty, filthy in the back
B***h I hang with folks whooo don’t got Instagram
But I can make you disappear for 50 grand
Robert E Lee with the s**t cause I’m the man
Leader of the south just read it on my hand
Middle fingers up, they blow for f*ck you mode
Ain’t a person in the game I love or owe
Keep the south high living in the gold
Cheatham County s**t, Pond Creek Road.

B***h we ain’t playing in the same dirt
B***h we ain’t hanging with the same folks
Everybody with me got kitchen tattoos
And a heater so hot, watch your Cheyenne burst
They don’t wanna see win they know that’s a fact
They wanna get a knife and stick it in my back
But they ain’t close enough I got the balls to act
So when I’m looking at ya I’m like whooo the f*ck is that.

Hahaha
Who the whooo the f*ck is that
Yeah whooo the whooo the f*ck is that
I don’t know I don’t know
Who the whooo the f*ck is that
I don’t know I don’t know
I said whooo the whooo the f*ck is that.

Overall, or over ball, rockin’ overall’s
Comin’ at ya hot with a sawed off and nine jaw
I feel like the s**t, back side of a horse stall
Then I stay gallopin’ like a immortal horse y’all
I stayed the course for no remorse
With a bucket on my head with a couple of sharp swords
I’m lurkin’ and lookin’ whooo I’m gonna go hunt more
Like Church why the hell you draggin’ me to the dock for
(I don’t know bro)
Man I been a little off the rocker
I wanna eat a rabbit like it’s sponsored by Betty Crocker
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And I don’t want to hear what that I’m too good now
The fame done got me and my fame done fanned out
And other rappers tryin’ to come at me and act out
Country rappin’ no position to needin’ a rough draft
Upchurch with the heat, on fire, won’t dry out
Got a burner, 2 pack, and I’m packin’ up my foul mouth.

B***h we ain’t playing in the same dirt
B***h we ain’t hanging with the same folks
Everybody with me got kitchen tattoos
And a heater so hot, watch your Cheyenne burst
They don’t wanna see win they know that’s a fact
They wanna get a knife and stick it in my back
But they ain’t close enough I got the balls to act
So when I’m looking at ya I’m like whooo the f*ck is that.

Hahaha
Who the whooo the f*ck is that
Yeah whooo the whooo the f*ck is that
You know it’s Church, know it’s Church
Who the whooo the f*ck is that
You know it’s Church, know it’s Church
I said whooo the whooo the f*ck is that.

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Who - Upchurch
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  1. March 25, 2018

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