"Where I'm From" lyrics
Dusty Leigh & Krizz Kaliko Lyrics
We in a four-wheel-drive with a pistol in the glove box
Baby got her feet on my dash
Somewhere on a back road dodges so many potholes
I'm just out here trying to get to my bag
Yain't ever seen a country boy with all this flavor
Yain't ever seen a country boy with all this flavor
But I still ain't afraid to show someone what I'm made of
You can ask about me where I'm from
What's kicken chicken she thick hearty like grandmas biscuits
My southern swag and counter accent makes easy Pickens
Made Arnold Palmers they tried their hardest to give me lemons
Hank williams jr I grew up bumpin family traditions
But can't forget about bone thugs and Tupac
Ima southern gent but no time for loose talk
Hammer on my hip I can hit you from a few blocks
Knife down in my boot packed under my tube sock
A good time but we don't play boy
No time if it don't pay boy
Take a look I'm young country and handsome
Head to my feet I'm all that and some
We in a four-wheel-drive with a pistol in the glove box
Baby got her feet on my dash
Somewhere on a back road dodges so many potholes
I'm just out here trying to get to my bag
Yain't ever seen a country boy with all this flavor
Yain't ever seen a country boy with all this flavor
But I still ain't afraid to show someone what I'm made of
You can ask about me where I'm from
I got a little twang when I speak it
If you gotta attitude bettah tweek it
Or you could leak like creek
She like me off the whiskey so I drink it an tell me she freaky
Country inn bed kinda sqeeky
I pack a little heat and keep it tucked in my button up
And if you got some beef an like your teeth ya better hush it up
Ain't trippin we out here gettin the bag
Pop a couple a tags. Truck is doin a hundred on the dash
Wheels spinnin, lovin the way I'm livin, keep the money in my denim
I don't spend it on women I'm swimmin in em
Okay. Look at me I'm country don't tryda stop it
Ya baby mama lovin all of this chocolate
We in a four-wheel-drive with a pistol in the glove box
Baby got her feet on my dash
Somewhere on a back road dodges so many potholes
I'm just out here trying to get to my bag
Yain't ever seen a country boy with all this flavor
Yain't ever seen a country boy with all this flavor
But I still ain't afraid to show someone what I'm made of
You can ask about me where I'm from
Baby got her feet on my dash
Somewhere on a back road dodges so many potholes
I'm just out here trying to get to my bag
Yain't ever seen a country boy with all this flavor
Yain't ever seen a country boy with all this flavor
But I still ain't afraid to show someone what I'm made of
You can ask about me where I'm from
What's kicken chicken she thick hearty like grandmas biscuits
My southern swag and counter accent makes easy Pickens
Made Arnold Palmers they tried their hardest to give me lemons
Hank williams jr I grew up bumpin family traditions
But can't forget about bone thugs and Tupac
Ima southern gent but no time for loose talk
Hammer on my hip I can hit you from a few blocks
Knife down in my boot packed under my tube sock
A good time but we don't play boy
No time if it don't pay boy
Take a look I'm young country and handsome
Head to my feet I'm all that and some
We in a four-wheel-drive with a pistol in the glove box
Baby got her feet on my dash
Somewhere on a back road dodges so many potholes
I'm just out here trying to get to my bag
Yain't ever seen a country boy with all this flavor
Yain't ever seen a country boy with all this flavor
But I still ain't afraid to show someone what I'm made of
You can ask about me where I'm from
I got a little twang when I speak it
If you gotta attitude bettah tweek it
Or you could leak like creek
She like me off the whiskey so I drink it an tell me she freaky
Country inn bed kinda sqeeky
I pack a little heat and keep it tucked in my button up
And if you got some beef an like your teeth ya better hush it up
Ain't trippin we out here gettin the bag
Pop a couple a tags. Truck is doin a hundred on the dash
Wheels spinnin, lovin the way I'm livin, keep the money in my denim
I don't spend it on women I'm swimmin in em
Okay. Look at me I'm country don't tryda stop it
Ya baby mama lovin all of this chocolate
We in a four-wheel-drive with a pistol in the glove box
Baby got her feet on my dash
Somewhere on a back road dodges so many potholes
I'm just out here trying to get to my bag
Yain't ever seen a country boy with all this flavor
Yain't ever seen a country boy with all this flavor
But I still ain't afraid to show someone what I'm made of
You can ask about me where I'm from
