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Look at all these dudes who think that they can fuck with us All that whoop and hollerin' shit be for the kids and ones who won't, ayy Look at all these dudes who think that they can fuck with us All that whoop and hollerin' shit be for the kids and ones who won't Shit I'm outside, baby, barefoot with the big blade Outcast on the outskirts makin' big plays Look at all these dudes who think they can fuck with us 'Cause when they're standin' right beside us all they lookin' like is sus (Woo) Sheesh, this is when the swamp meet the creek Couple them busters tried to rock us but we landed on our feet Capiche, I'm good from the wood to the street I say I gotcha bitch, I gotcha but I must protect my peace Like Lord please, I keep this bitch jumpin' like Dominique Upchurch and that Brodnax on the Ka-Kalani beat Leave no food on your plate bitch, you better eat up This that motherfucker heater carnitas and margaritas Ain't no hables or no ingles they can't comprehend the meanin' Try walk the road of righteousness, avoid the fuckin' demons They try to wake you up but baby boy he must be dreamin' Bitch, you better know that the Lord brought us here for a reason Believe me Look at all these dudes who think that they can fuck with us All that whoop and hollerin' shit be for the kids and ones who won't, ayy Letras de cancionesLook at all these dudes who think that they can fuck with us All that whoop and hollerin' shit be for the kids and ones who won't Shit I'm outside, baby, barefoot with the big blade Outcast on the outskirts makin' big plays Look at all these dudes who think they can fuck with us 'Cause when they're standin' right beside us all they lookin' like is sus (Woo) Ayy, I heard a secret in the system I heard they gettin' nervous when I'm quiet and I whisper And I ain't gotta say it 'cause I know they ass remember I'm that mister no pretender, ge-ge-get your ass dismembered Husky honky with a temper, ba-ba-barbed wire templar And y'all music sugar-daddies gotta call me mister Yes sir man, all my albums got my surname Runnin' with a hatchet, cut a track like I'm Wu-Tang I'm Hubba Bubba sucka, too much flavor no chew I just spit it with a vengeance they career my spittoon My studio a saloon, go 'head and get your platoon Then you'll get snatched up out the sticks when I'm with that Rougarou Ya heard? Look at all these dudes who think that they can fuck with us All that whoop and hollerin' shit be for the kids and ones who won't, ayy Look at all these dudes who think that they can fuck with us All that whoop and hollerin' shit be for the kids and ones who won't Shit I'm outside, baby, barefoot with the big blade Outcast on the outskirts makin' big plays Look at all these dudes who think they can fuck with us 'Cause when they're standin' right beside us all they lookin' like is sus (Woo) From Letras Mania