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Church, yeah Creek squad motherfucker (Yah) If you ain't rollin' with us, roll out, bitch! Church, ah yeah Last night I broke a floor, in a venue out in Florida We was ragin' in that bitch like we's gonna die tomorrow I was hangin' from the rafters, they was screamin' "come and get it" While my sound guy rolled a doobie big enough to hit a homer with Beer sprayin' like the Winners Circle, grab that checkered flag My career look like Daytona and I won [?] Many donuts blowin' smoke looks like I set a Dunkin up in flames Dopest country boy and everybody know my fuckin' name We don't-we don't care 'bout who you with We don't care 'bout what you got We don't, we don't, we don't, we don't, we don't let the party stop We don't care 'bout who you with We don't care 'bout what you got We don't, we don't, we don't, we don't, we don't let the party stop Tour bus full of legendaries, Ziploc full of orange and hairy Back seat got that bbbbrahhh, bitch I was raised in Ashland City The sheriff shoots the shit with me, and he knows I smoke some weed And told me wear a helmet when I'm ridin' wheelies on the street Creek squad, cattle prod, house of logs, I'm the boss SongtexteElvis Presley of this generation, stick my dick in music charts Bitch I went gold and I didn't even know I put the flame to mainstream, I'm rollin' up a Luke Cole We don't-we don't care 'bout who you with We don't care 'bout what you got We don't, we don't, we don't, we don't, we don't let the party stop We don't care 'bout who you with We don't care 'bout what you got We don't, we don't, we don't, we don't, we don't let the party stop We don't-we don't care 'bout who you with We don't care 'bout what you got We don't, we don't, we don't, we don't, we don't let the party stop We don't care 'bout who you with We don't care 'bout what you got We don't, we don't, we don't, we don't, we don't let the party stop Aus Songtexte Mania