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Hey we used to
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I don't fuck around with these dudes, no, they just run they mouth
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Until their luck runs out, I said I ain't what you're used to
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I don't fuck around with these dudes, no, They just run they mouth
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Until their luck runs out
[Verse]
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I get it you're so tough and stuff
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Big ol' pickup trucks and huntin' bucks
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I'll bet you a hundred bucks I ran out of fucks
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And you ain't good at fightin' so you learned how to duck
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Run tuck and tell it ain't ever fuckin' fail
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I don't give a fuck about Yale I grew up tough as nails
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I ain't worried about bail I got money by the bales
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And I ain't talkin' 'bout hay I'm talkin' 'bout sales
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You ain't talkin' 'bout shit unless you talkin' 'bout me
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Come say it to my face you gonna talk without teeth
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Oh me oh my made his old lady lie
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Made his old dog die seen that old boy cry
[Bridge]
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Yeah Bubba shit's about to get ugly
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I'm old school but the new school love me
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Two lanes run with me or from me
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Don't gamble with your life boy you ain't that lucky
[Chorus]
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I ain't what you used to, I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
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They just run they mouth, Until their luck runs out
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I said I ain't what you're used to, I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
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They just run they mouth,
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Until their luck runs out, I said I ain't what you're used to
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I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
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They just run they mouth
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Until their luck runs out, I said I ain't what you're used to
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I don't fuck around with these dudes, no, They just run they mouth
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Until their luck runs out
[Verse]
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Pickin' and grinnin' steadily winnin'
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I ain't surprised I had what it took from the beginnin'
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I was full speed runnin' them over makein' fools bleed
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Trainin' rookies for the big leagues indeed, Man I hope you have fantasy points
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I'm offensively dangerous when I'm bangin' these joints
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Bases loaded and a full count, oww
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You gotta pitch to me now I'm knockin' that shit out, Callin' my shot
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I drop a hundred videos all of them hot
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A-Cal asked coulda I said "boy stop"
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It'd be my pleasure to cook it up on hot
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I bridge a gap from the mud to them hicks up top
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'Till the whole maps covered I shit you not
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I'll be sittin' on green for the beat to drop
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Indian style, haha
[Chorus]
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I ain't what you used to
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I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
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They just run they mouth
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Until their luck runs out
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I said "I ain't what you're used to"
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I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
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They just run they mouth
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Until their luck runs out
[Outro]
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- 1. Chord Gitar Adam Calhoun - Whiskey Fiddle Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar D#)
- 2. Ganti Chord Gitar Adam Calhoun - Whiskey Fiddle Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar D#)
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