Johnny T - "Country Style" (Official Lyrics)

Johnny T

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[Intro] Hill-Billy, Hill-Billy, Hill-Billy, Hill-Billy Hill-Billy, Hill-Billy, Hill-Billy, Hill-Billy [Chorus] I think I'm John Wayne, Dale Earnhardt Aviators with the Mossy Oak Carhartt Back road flyin', treat my street like Talladega Keep it country style so my city's got them hick bangers I think I'm John Wayne, Dale Earnhardt Aviators with the Mossy Oak Carhartt Back road flyin', treat my street like Talladega Keep it country style so my city's got them hick bangers [Verse 1] Small town but I make 'em rock like CMA's Black Ford Skyjacked, rockin' Swamper 38's Hell yeah, this new shit ain't impressin' me This country flag that some dudes got look like the shit impressionist Real talk homie, I ain't tryna be a dick Eighty percent of all you boys ain't really even from the sticks City slickin' business men marketin' me and my kin Tryna make a dollar of the American way that we still live I can skin a buck, and run a trout line It's a family tradition like that Hank line Country boy cold, you can call me duck season Puttin' it down from Middle Tenn like Big Smosiphus [Chorus] I think I'm John Wayne, Dale Earnhardt Aviators with the Mossy Oak Carhartt Back road flyin', treat my street like Talladega Keep it country style so my city's got them hick bangers I think I'm John Wayne, Dale Earnhardt Aviators with the Mossy Oak Carhartt Back road flyin', treat my street like Talladega Keep it country style so my city's got them hick bangers [Verse 2] I spin the damn track, call it howlin' rim People judge my attitude by what the hell I'm drivin' in Four-wheel drive, only rock USA plastic I'm that fire flame like a cedar phifer strickin' matches Used to be a nobody now I got my city rockin' And my fan base is blue collar Friday shine poppin' Gasoline fire startin', mud diggin' Harley ridin' Beer drinkin', hell raisin', honkies that you're never stoppin' Cheatham county's finest, but I'm Cheatham county's only Redneck rapper on this small town blowin', yes I own it If I don't get famous least I got a good job Hatters can't see me like I'm back road with night fog [Chorus] I think I'm John Wayne, Dale Earnhardt Aviators with the Mossy Oak Carhartt Back road flyin', treat my street like Talladega Keep it country style so my city's got them hick bangers I think I'm John Wayne, Dale Earnhardt Aviators with the Mossy Oak Carhartt Back road flyin', treat my street like Talladega Keep it country style so my city's got them hick bangers [Outro] Hill-Billy, Hill-Billy, Hill-Billy, Hill-Billy Hill-Billy, Hill-Billy, Hill-Billy, Hill-Billy