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Rappin feat. Big Murph, Hard Target & Who TF is Justin Time?
Adam Calhoun
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Yeah
Uh-huh
Talk to 'em, talk to 'em, yeah
Ha
Camo on my fashion, drip everlasting (drip)
Blood on my jeans, got mud on my dashes (no)
You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping (yeah-yeah)
You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping
Gun cocked blasting, people stay gassing
Whole block rocking 'cause the bass stay blasting
You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping (rapping)
You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping (rapping)
Big cracker, I don't need back up
One quick slap leave him more than a fracture
Never went to school, couldn't put me in a frat
'Cause I ain't tell lies, bitch, I ain't no capper (capper)
Hopeless, yard full of broke shit
Dog on the front porch skinny looking dope sick
I'm a light 'em up, get cracked like a glow stick
Gotta stand ten toes, chest out, boat sick
Now welcome to my double wide, .45 for uninvited
You ain't walking out this motherfucker if you come inside it
Better catch a knot to the head, have 'em tongue-tied
And get a smackdown, even on a Monday night
We be in the sticks, thick, waiting in the truck
Your career stays stuck like you're playing in the mud (stuck, mud)
Your prom date parched, they just waiting for the punch
Maybe you should duck 'cause you ain't saying much, Murph (duck)
Camo on my fashion, drip everlasting (drip)
Blood on my jeans, got mud on my dashes
You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping
You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping (yeah-yeah)
Gun cocked blasting, people stay gassing
Whole block rocking 'cause the bass stay blasting
You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping (rapping)
You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping (rapping)
You can say a lot but you're not country rapping (nah)
About to break the locks, we some country rap-bats
Cream of the crop, now you're just a has-been
I'm praying for my ops, now they laying in the casket
No parking in my spot, this a tow-away zone
Never signed shit, had to get it on my own (no)
So it's cheers to all the wins, I remember all the lows (ha-ha)
Now I never know the time 'cause my watch is always frozen (ha)
I'm a real big stepper, these ain't size 12 (Murph)
And I'm all about my green like a Bocce ball (ha)
I can make a million dollars from what I sell
Big Murph, big weight, and you a tri-scale
Yeah, my car got horses like a Clydesdale
Offsets burn rubber when I high tail
And this pistol in my lap shoot shots like Craps
But believe that I gotta keep that iron still
Camo on my fashion, drip everlasting (drip)
Blood on my jeans, got mud on my dashes
You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping (yeah-yeah)
You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping
Gun cocked blasting, people stay gassing
Whole block rocking 'cause the bass stay blasting
You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping (you rapping)
You can say a lot but you ain't country rapping (you rapping)
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