Keys To The Country

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I got the keys to the country, my diamonds kinda dusty
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Security like the President, so can't nobody touch me
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I  got the keys to the country, twenty deep when I go clubbin’
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Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley, motherfucker

[Verse]

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My bank account lookin' George Strait, I ain't worried ’bout that
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Got more ice than Kid Rock in the mitten state and the winter season forecast, yeah
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Backwoods, my style still slap in the Black hoods
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Dirty ass in a flannel shirt rockin' Chevrolets with a cowl hood, but it sounds good
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Never endin', that's my time, I bring hip-hop to thesе tall pines
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The CMAs let a rappеr in, it be Upchurch on that dotted line
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Rednecker than a redneck with tan lines
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But I'd really like a thick bitch on my time
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The backroad threat drippin' off my mind
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Like sauce to ribs, I want honey on mine
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And some honeys on the line when the Cadillac's live
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This is my life and I'm just wingin’ it, child
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Ain’t made no plans in a long-long time
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Cause I drift like a cowboy off in the night
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Just listen for that Rover
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Be aware of that smoke
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Just know there ain’t another one of me
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When it ends it's all that I wrote

[Chorus]

          Cm                      Cm
I got the keys to the country, my diamonds kinda dusty
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Security like the President, so can't nobody touch me
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I got the keys to the country, twenty deep when I go clubbin'
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Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley, motherfucker

[Post-Chorus]

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I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
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Ride around my city with the keys to the country
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I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
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Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harleys, motherfuckerrrrrrrr

[Verse 2]

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Stay rich, it’s the big ballin'
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Bo Duke-ing my whole life, where's the '69 Charger?
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Confederate flag flyin' proudly while I'm smokin' loud leaf
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If you don't like my people, tell the game
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They can all leave
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Motherfucker, I don't care, we headbangin', smokin' killer pot
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We be sippin' out of jars and passin' out on rocky top
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Go ahead and call the cops, I got my cattle gates locked
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We ain't turnin' down until our bodies hit the ground and stop
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It's that southside livin', Swamporghini still drippin'
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Party at my house this weekend, twenty girlfriends went missin'
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Ha-ha, they say I flex too much
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Well, bitch, I got that southern comfort, you should
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Get you some

[Chorus]

          Cm                      Cm
I got the keys to the country, my diamonds kinda dusty
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Security like the President, so can't nobody touch me
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I got the keys to the country, twenty deep when I go clubbin'
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Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley, motherfucker

[Post-Chorus]

          Cm                   Cm
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Cm                           Cm
Ride around my city with the keys to the country
          Cm                   Cm
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
     Cm                               Cm
Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harleys, motherfucker