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I ain't doing no more running unless I'm running for that money Told y'all boys I was coming Sipping whiskey 100 Take me to that honey hole Got that Bass Pro, fishing pole Take me to that honey hole Got that Bass Pro fishing pole Take me to that honey hole Flip flops and some tube socks I been on the porch servin' all night Got the forest and a whole flock Couldn't make the call You just a mascot Hype man, fuck around, Get shot Loaded bitch I'm on Wasn't born rich Bring it home and feed it to my whole click (Slum Gang) Everybody eating Got it out the mud Yeah we from the sticks (sticks) Bitch we been the plug (plug) Letras de cancionesMe and Cat Fish (Billy) 'Bout to fry it up Whip it like some grits Till the day I die I'm on my country shit I ain't doing no more running unless I'm running for that money Told y'all boys I was coming Sipping whiskey 100 Take me to that honey hole Got that Bass Pro, fishing pole Take me to that honey hole Got that Bass Pro fishing pole Take me to that honey hole You already know I need that turquoise, them snake skins, that that gold, whoa That honey hole Vintage expensive, shit designer clothes, hoes Knock on that door She smell that cologne, that bitch hit the floor party Yea gangsters, of love and danger, yes and thank you Then I change her but it ain't no running Hoe you was saying something Poppers on a Chevy, that 808 had it coming, yeah Father my trail your crumbing Fool I'll take you to school too but I ain't doing no more running unless I'm running for that money Told y'all boys I was coming Sipping whiskey 100 Take me to that honey hole Got that Bass pro, fishing pole Take me to that honey hole Got that Bass Pro fishing pole Take me to that honey hole From Letras Mania