Aw, they gon' be mad about this one, boys
Oh well, it'll be alright
F*ck award shows, f*ck the radio
And the new up-and-comer and
His female clothes
With his glitter on his face
And his prewritten songs
He ain't from 'round here and
Neither is his boss
F*ck the guy in the office
With his Jheri curl
And his hands super soft like a teenage girl
F*ck social media and them long hashtags
With your bitch made album
Cover lookin' like a, heh
Yeah, I said the word "f*ck" in
A song on the charts
Prolly breakin' beta male achy breaky hearts
With their mocha lattes and
Sparkly blue scarfs
Sittin' in the room tryna
F*ckin' talk like us
If country music was a rooster
You prolly wouldn't know it don't lay eggs
If country music was a set of game cock gaffs
You'd prolly get stabbed in the hand
If country music was baby
Chickens in the thicket
Would you have corn dust
Covered on your britches?
I am to country like rooster feed to a bucket
Just cluckin', tellin' y'all f*ck it
Yeah, f*ck it
So by now, you probably figured it out
Mainstream pissed me off and made
Me have a dirty mouth but on the flip side
Here's a little known fact
I was born in Music City, still get no slack
I got country songs tippin' a hundred million
Get played at every mud park across Dixie
Not to mention female singers wanna
Come and frisk me
Especially when we're stoned in my F-150
If country music was a rooster
You prolly wouldn't know it don't lay eggs
If country music was a set of game cock gaffs
You'd prolly get stabbed in the hand
If country music was baby
Chickens in the thicket
Would you have corn dust
Covered on your britches?
I am to country like rooster feed to a bucket
Just cluckin', tellin' y'all f*ck it
This part of the song is called the bridge
And I'm 'bout to burn it down
And make aware these sissy-ass big wigs
Can stop f*ckin' up my hometown
And I don't wanna hear that
We ain't good enough
Or the radio ain't got room
Bitch, I get the same spins
On my Spotify list
As your newest and hottest do
'Cause if country music was a rooster
I'd prolly be a big Cuban dong
If country music was a six
Cock derby in Kentucky
Be the last one standin' tall
If country music was a walk string and barrel
I'd break loose and strut the yard
'Cause we are to country like
Rooster feed to a bucket
And we like songs that say f*ck it
Yeah, f*ck it, woo
Upchurch - Said Fuck It Lyrics
Upchurch - Said Fuck It Lyrics
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Aw, they gon' be mad about this one, boys
Oh well, it'll be alright
F*ck award shows, f*ck the radio
And the new up-and-comer and
His female clothes
With his glitter on his face
And his prewritten songs
He ain't from 'round here and
Neither is his boss
F*ck the guy in the office
With his Jheri curl
And his hands super soft like a teenage girl
F*ck social media and them long hashtags
With your bitch made album
Cover lookin' like a, heh
Yeah, I said the word "f*ck" in
A song on the charts
Prolly breakin' beta male achy breaky hearts
With their mocha lattes and
Sparkly blue scarfs
Sittin' in the room tryna
F*ckin' talk like us
If country music was a rooster
You prolly wouldn't know it don't lay eggs
If country music was a set of game cock gaffs
You'd prolly get stabbed in the hand
If country music was baby
Chickens in the thicket
Would you have corn dust
Covered on your britches?
I am to country like rooster feed to a bucket
Just cluckin', tellin' y'all f*ck it
Yeah, f*ck it
So by now, you probably figured it out
Mainstream pissed me off and made
Me have a dirty mouth but on the flip side
Here's a little known fact
I was born in Music City, still get no slack
I got country songs tippin' a hundred million
Get played at every mud park across Dixie
Not to mention female singers wanna
Come and frisk me
Especially when we're stoned in my F-150
If country music was a rooster
You prolly wouldn't know it don't lay eggs
If country music was a set of game cock gaffs
You'd prolly get stabbed in the hand
If country music was baby
Chickens in the thicket
Would you have corn dust
Covered on your britches?
I am to country like rooster feed to a bucket
Just cluckin', tellin' y'all f*ck it
This part of the song is called the bridge
And I'm 'bout to burn it down
And make aware these sissy-ass big wigs
Can stop f*ckin' up my hometown
And I don't wanna hear that
We ain't good enough
Or the radio ain't got room
Bitch, I get the same spins
On my Spotify list
As your newest and hottest do
'Cause if country music was a rooster
I'd prolly be a big Cuban dong
If country music was a six
Cock derby in Kentucky
Be the last one standin' tall
If country music was a walk string and barrel
I'd break loose and strut the yard
'Cause we are to country like
Rooster feed to a bucket
And we like songs that say f*ck it
Yeah, f*ck it, woo
Oh well, it'll be alright
F*ck award shows, f*ck the radio
And the new up-and-comer and
His female clothes
With his glitter on his face
And his prewritten songs
He ain't from 'round here and
Neither is his boss
F*ck the guy in the office
With his Jheri curl
And his hands super soft like a teenage girl
F*ck social media and them long hashtags
With your bitch made album
Cover lookin' like a, heh
Yeah, I said the word "f*ck" in
A song on the charts
Prolly breakin' beta male achy breaky hearts
With their mocha lattes and
Sparkly blue scarfs
Sittin' in the room tryna
F*ckin' talk like us
If country music was a rooster
You prolly wouldn't know it don't lay eggs
If country music was a set of game cock gaffs
You'd prolly get stabbed in the hand
If country music was baby
Chickens in the thicket
Would you have corn dust
Covered on your britches?
I am to country like rooster feed to a bucket
Just cluckin', tellin' y'all f*ck it
Yeah, f*ck it
So by now, you probably figured it out
Mainstream pissed me off and made
Me have a dirty mouth but on the flip side
Here's a little known fact
I was born in Music City, still get no slack
I got country songs tippin' a hundred million
Get played at every mud park across Dixie
Not to mention female singers wanna
Come and frisk me
Especially when we're stoned in my F-150
If country music was a rooster
You prolly wouldn't know it don't lay eggs
If country music was a set of game cock gaffs
You'd prolly get stabbed in the hand
If country music was baby
Chickens in the thicket
Would you have corn dust
Covered on your britches?
I am to country like rooster feed to a bucket
Just cluckin', tellin' y'all f*ck it
This part of the song is called the bridge
And I'm 'bout to burn it down
And make aware these sissy-ass big wigs
Can stop f*ckin' up my hometown
And I don't wanna hear that
We ain't good enough
Or the radio ain't got room
Bitch, I get the same spins
On my Spotify list
As your newest and hottest do
'Cause if country music was a rooster
I'd prolly be a big Cuban dong
If country music was a six
Cock derby in Kentucky
Be the last one standin' tall
If country music was a walk string and barrel
I'd break loose and strut the yard
'Cause we are to country like
Rooster feed to a bucket
And we like songs that say f*ck it
Yeah, f*ck it, woo