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Juggling Chainsaws
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jelly Roll
Jelly Roll
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Deford
Jason Deford
Songwriter
Jared Gutstadt
Jared Gutstadt
Songwriter
Jason Mater
Jason Mater
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jared Gutstadt
Jared Gutstadt
Producer

Letras

Howdy, how's your man been now? Told them, ha, ha, yeah I'm good to go, lock and load It's good for the soul like that rock 'n' roll The whistle blows, the crowd explodes It's just another day, this is how it goes Fat Man Jones and that old-school Caddy Bitches used to hate me now they call me Daddy Gave me a chance and I rocked the shit I'm on that ole Kid Rock, find a spot to pimp Now I'm ridin' down the sunset, lookin' for a young bitch Lookin' for a bad bitch to do a couple tongue tricks Guys that I run with, came from the slums with Used to be a nobody now they say I run shit I grew up on eight-ball and MJG Old Bun B and the late Pimp C Real southern boy, I grew up in Tennessee Three 6 Mafia helped to raise mе I'm jugglin' chainsaws I'm trudgin' thru deep swamps This train it won't stop, oh no I'm workin' it so hard I'm down by-law I'm jugglin' chainsaws, oh no I'm jugglin' chainsaws I'm jugglin' chainsaws I'm jugglin' chainsaws, oh no Growin' up, nobody believed in mе I'm country as cornbread, beans and greens When the cops pull up then we flee the scene This for the girls in high school that was mean to me Game done, changed, baby, better hustle up Chips on the table, baby, better double up Seatbelt on, girl, better buckle up 'Cause this car goes fast, girl, burnin' rubber up It's cold out here, baby, better bundle up And this for the critic, I bet this'll shut 'em up They say I'm chopped liver, I guess I should cut 'em up But if it's a problem, then we can knuckle up Betcha I'ma fuck 'em up 'cause I know I go harder Man, I'm faded like I just left the barber Real white trash, I ain't graduate Harvard And I'm here now like, "Hey, Ms. Parker" I'm jugglin' chainsaws I'm trudgin' thru deep swamps This train it won't stop, oh no I'm workin' it so hard I'm down by-law I'm jugglin' chainsaws, oh no I'm jugglin' chainsaws I'm jugglin' chainsaws I'm jugglin' chainsaws, oh no (I'm jugglin' chainsaws) 23 years old, super cold Thick like a Bronco, Superbowl Man, I'm super high, super blowed Girl, tell me whatchu really doin' though We can ride out (chainsaws), we can slide out We can take it to the room or back to my house (I'm jugglin' chainsaws) whatchu got goin' on, lemme find out There's a flag on the play, baby, time out C'mon now, let's do it, let's do it Work all day, at night we act foolish 350 pounds make it hard to miss me Standin' at the bar takin' shots of whiskey One shot, two shot, three shot, four Four shot, three shot, two shot, floor Never met a man like me I'm sure The game's missin' somethin' and I'm the cure I'm jugglin' chainsaws I'm trudgin' thru deep swamps This train it won't stop, oh no I'm workin' it so hard I'm down by-law I'm jugglin' chainsaws, oh no I'm jugglin' chainsaws I'm jugglin' chainsaws I'm jugglin' chainsaws, oh no
Writer(s): Jason De Ford, Jared Gutstadt, Jason Mater Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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