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Yeah, yeah Aye Ok Shaney I see you, for real Young Shaney Jay he the plug boy Aye You could, tell by the way that I walk That a young nigga prolly run the block You can prolly tell, way I talk That I, ain't from around here Run your mouth one more time we gon' see Fuck around the streets prolly go and get you fined yeah Fuck them niggas every day of the week yeah Man I'm, prolly ain't get no sleep White leather glove on my wrist like I'm Jackson If I'm on that shit you already know it's platinum Last one two three, they all classics Now I might fuck around and go and do some acting Or some back flips, you feel me? Hop out this shit I got 'em dizzy You feel me yeah? Hop up on this shit and you know I'm dropping corpses Eagle rich as fuck but he out here in some Forces Make y'all niggas go and wanna switch the forces Yeah, for real Go against Eagle and you know it's rest in peace Made this shit happen but it used to be a dream Yeah, aye I got the ammo Niggas talk a lot Tell me something what's the plan though Down in Africa where I eat the proper Nando's Killers outside ready for war they out in camo Yeah aye I got the ammo Niggas talk a lot Tell me something what's the plan bro Bad bitch on my left she worried 'bout her angles Killers outside ready for war they out in camo Gimme the ammo Lambo Hiding in camo Lamming in Athlone I'm here with Shane and Shane Capetownian famo We let the slave chains hang like it was Django Ygen 'til the end, that's for life The eagle has landed we take flight I've seen your car, you've seen my bike Yeah he's a mongoose and he might bite I be in the streets like we on strike You fuck with the g's and you bleeding on sight Keep your hearts I don't need your likes And keep your words I don't need advice, uh Load the ammunition magazines are plus sizes Giving my opinion I'm being unbiased 6 a.m. flights I look geroek I'm kak tired And on a BMX like DMX in ruff riders Product of my environment from a tough climate Mountains all around me no fear I must climb it Never lose momentum long distance truck drivers Wings of an eagle my steez is much flyer Ygen is shining do you need a sun visor I'm the young youngsta all the youngstas admire No prison records but I do have some priors Raised hard couldn't show weakness or kindness Naw had to be a g and claim that gang Out in the streets 'til the daylight came Watch how you speak if you say my name My brasse drive bakkies and they getting money It's actually funny you think you above me I am so shooketh I can't overlooketh A gun I will shoot it at all of you poeses Gimme the ammo Lambo Hiding in camo Lamming in Athlone I'm here with Shane and Shane Capetownian famo We let the slave chains hang like it was Django Ygen 'til the end, that's for life The eagle has landed we take flight I've seen car, you've seen my bike Yeah he's a mongoose and he might bite I be in the streets like we on strike You fuck with the g's and you bleeding on sight Keep your hearts I don't need your likes And keep your words I don't need advice Yeah, aye I got the ammo Niggas talk a lot Tell me something what's the plan though Down in Africa where I eat the proper Nando's Killers outside ready for war they out in camo

Well now, early one day, I was on my way To my favorite fishin' hole. I was think I could sure use Another bottle of booze And my baits a runnin' a little low, Yeah and a box of twelve gauge Would be all the rage When I'm all liquored up and I'm feelin' good Well, just up the road There's a place called Bubba's, Man he's got the goods And the sign says, beer bait and ammo, Yeah they got everything in between They got anything any old beer-drinkin', Hell-raisin, bonified redneck needs They got your fishin' hooks, They got your dirty books, They got your Rebel Flag on the wall, The sign says beer, bait, and ammo, yeah you ask me they've got it all. Well when I walked in I couldn't even begin To describe just a what I smelled. Lord was it the catfish bait, Or something Bubba had ate, Or was it them pickled eggs on the shelf With a toothless grin, He said so step on in And make yourself right at home And I said no thank you man Just a twelve pack of cans And I'll be good to go And the sign says, beer bait and ammo, Yeah they got everything in between They got anything any old beer-drinkin', Hell-raisin, bonified redneck needs They got your fishin' hooks, They got your dirty books, They got your Rebel Flag on the wall, The sign says beer, bait, and ammo, yeah you ask me they've got it all. Yes they do! And the sign says, beer bait and ammo, Yeah they got everything in between They got anything any old beer-drinkin', Hell-raisin, bonified redneck needs They got your fishin' hooks, They got your dirty books, They got your Rebel Flag on the wall, The sign says beer, bait, and ammo, yeah you ask me they've got it all. Walk it! The sign says beer bait and ammo yeah, you ask me they've got it all!

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Well now early one day I was on my way to my favorite fishin' hole I was thinking I could sure use another bottle of booze My baits a' runnin a little low Man a box of 12 gauge would be all the rage I'm all liquored up and I'm feelin' good Well just down the road there was a place called Bubba's Man he's got the goods... (Chorus) And the sign said beer, bait, and ammo yeah They got everything in between Yeah they got anything any old beer drinkin Hell raisin, bona-fied redneck needs They got your fishin hooks, they got your dirty books They got your rebel flag on the wall Sign said beer, bait, and ammo yeah You ask me they got it all Well now when I walked in I cain't even begin To describe just what I smelled Lord was it the catfish bait or something Bubba had ate Was it those pickled eggs on the shelf Yeah with a toothless grin he said boy step right on in Make yourself right at home, I said no, no, no thank you man With a 12 pack of cans and I'll be good to go And the sign said... (Repeat chorus) Solo (Repeat chorus)

I got a hotter steez, drive with exotic keys It's not at ease, bless niggas like they gotta sneeze Connect blessed me with a lot of trees Now I could plot a freeze, go with the wind when I spot a breeze From fake necklaces to bootleg Timb sales We all about the Malachis of York and stem cells And won't hesitate to let the trigger blow Cause all of my seeds just make a bigger flow I like the timing, repent for a [? ] Leviathan you're high up in, I write words to violins Cash to stack a van up against the cracker plan The blacker man still get the ammo like Pakistan Nice goal, hit your city and dice roll And slice holes like Lombardi at the Ice Bowl Hit with the wammo, three soldiers coming in camo What up fammo? You know we still got the ammo Man, this shit with ammo and command a grip Staying equipped, moving hand to hand to flip Land and dip with ammo on the man to trip Plan to rip, the gun is like a tongue with a banana clip Man, this shit with ammo and command a grip Staying equipped, moving hand to hand to flip Land and dip with ammo on the man to trip Plan to rip, the gun is like a tongue with a banana clip So it's like a firearm and they not on safety Play my courts like gods like something like AC Understudy of a Pun drop, [? ] and the Jay-Zs Niggas hate me, take three, try to stop me For each and every one of you origami Shit on every track I'm on, portapotty War with poppy, verbally I'm more tsunami You aim on him every time [? ] Open sixteen I'm in I can [? ] abort your army Iller man manhandle the [? ] Still got ammo, your panel now falling to shambles Hang rope, get cancelled like you WB I'm gonna eat, hustle then breeze You ain't fucking with me Simple math I divide a couple hundred MCs From bricks to lyrics, aim specific We got more shots in thecuit Talking on scope slip through the darkness and trees Weak or hardest indeed, make every artist [? ] My clip full of ammo, magazines come in threes Bootstrap, new rap, symbol on the fatigues Brave years of hardships, now I make that hard shit Moshpit marksmen gun blast regardless Corner the market and set it off like Frankie Cause these niggas just asked and y'all wanna thank me Mainly I boast for the shit that I stand for Allegiance is completed when y'all hitting the dance floor I never lose sight [? ] that's two nights Had more than two fights when they was hogging the mic Modelling type, my looks exceed what you imagine Mid-thirties my nigga and still make it happen I hate the past tense, I rock for now With Snowgoons, J. Sands, Main Flow, sugar high Hey yo my man the east born told me the streets warring Ran the castle, dodge the shells that keep pouring Early morning until the night transforming Far from dormant, the freaks come out without warning The shit's unlike the north side, Killa county Home sweet home but feeling like an out-of-townie I don't fuck with snakes but yo they still around me Plus the jake carry heat just to grill a brownie Straight up shit is real, let the trey-eight buck Better not tell a soul when you ain't wake up Cause them boys know the feds better than they know the ledge Big gates blow the bread on some [? ] blow their head Right off the shoulder, the kids getting older And the war's getting colder so I dip to SoCal Lay low and profile cause I got ammo that make it go blow

Somehow I'm still missing you Somehow I'm still missing you Somehow I'm still missing you There's something I haven't told you I'm looking for someone Do you know what it feels like to be in love? See this radio? I've been broadcasting a message across the universe Looking I guess, somehow, I'm still missing her Somehow, I Missing you I'm done missing you

I want to write a song about a girl and a boy But I've already forgotten all the words You say you're really sexy But that sexy doesn't text me So I guess I'll keep on searchin' all the world I want to write a song about a boy and a girl But I've already forgotten all the words She says she's really sexy But then all she does is text me So I'm outtie, this chick's bound to wreck my world I want to want your body But your body's not a hottie So your mind is gonna have to do the work And if you wanna sext me Then your brain better be ready With the words that make my body go berzerk Ok, fine, you naughty mami I'll find words that make you want me But you'd better get some pleasure Don't complain Oh, honey, now you're funny? Why are men such fucking dummies? No more chances This romance is down the drain Girl, boy, funny fucking dummies Girl, boy, don't complain Girl, boy, funny fucking dummies Girl, boy, don't complain Naughty mami Make you want me

Sexy, sexy You make me feel sexy, sexy You make me feel sexy, sexy You make me feel sexy, sexy You make me feel good (Me feel good, me feel good) You make me feel good (Me feel good, me feel good) You make me feel good (Me feel good, me feel good) You make me, me, me, me You make me feel sexy And good And nice You make me feel sexy And good And dope You make me feel sexy And good And nice You make me feel (Sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy) Fuck yea You make me feel good You make (Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me) You make me feel sexy And good And nice You make me feel sexy And good And nice You make me feel sexy And good And nice You make me feel (Sexy, sexy, sexy) Sexy Fuck yea

Mission one Find a new companion Oh, hi, I'm SQUIRM Will you be my friend? You have unlocked SQUIRM Here, take this It's the key to unlock all the galaxies And as long as you're with me We can go anywhere Wanna see? Take my hand Let's go see the universe

I've never been here before Look outside It's beautiful Don't be scared We're together This doesn't look safe Maybe we should hide This doesn't look safe Maybe we should hide Hide Hide