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Colt Ford - Outshine Me (Lyric Video)
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Colt Ford
Colt Ford
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Colt Ford
Colt Ford
Composition
Jared Sciullo
Jared Sciullo
Composition
Justin Spillner
Justin Spillner
Composition
Mike Fiorentino
Mike Fiorentino
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
DJ KO
DJ KO
Production
Noah Gordon
Noah Gordon
Production
Shannon Houchins
Shannon Houchins
Production

Paroles

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
Writer(s): Colt Ford, Jared Sciullo, Justin Spillner, Michael Fiorentino Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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