Saloon (feat. Chris Smiley)

Follow 0 fans

Bluejacket

3:28

3 Views

 Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer

I don't give a f*ck, bitch, yeah, I'm on that barrel aged
I can barely function, I be on that f*ck shit
F*ck a swish, I'm dunkin' Donuts got me spinnin' like a hurricane
You ain't got no soul, just a motherfuckin' vertebrae
Always got my faults, but I'll give this fuckin' Earth a quake
Stompin' in this bitch, I get on stage and make the curtains raise
Cause raisin' out the dirt, I'm just a flower and I broke the vase
Takin' off my shirt, I got the power just to motivate
You can call it confidence, I'm cocky, rub it in your face
It's confidential when I mop this shit up with your own disgrace
And you ain't got no shit on me,  know I gotta hold the weight
Not even a misdemeanor, yeah, I got the record straight
Poppin' off this Friday, possibility, I procreate
I just pray to God, a lot on my plate, got no fuckin' faith
Butterface, drunken rage, I just got a tummy ache
Another phase, why you fake Potassium Acesulfame
It's not really my thing, got a twang, just respect my lane
Yeah, you pretty sweet, on my tongue, you went and left a taste
I just got a game, broke it down, and then I rolled some flames
Stop and dropped, I'm just a fox, I got the hounds, I hunt for fame

Cause I've been on your track, wanna come better alive
I just got a bounty on my head, I spent the time
Looking out for myself, yeah, I'm aiming for the eyes
Thought I had the keys until I unlocked all the lies
Cause you a disgrace, reason, filling up the spittoon
Feet up in the saloon, take a shot, nobody miss you
I'ma drop a bop, another bop, you got a issue
Bitch, I'm from Wisconsin, made this song up in a igloo

This is the part where I'm supposed to come in and talk about something
So just imagine I did that
Yeah, I ain't worried about no flex
I don't care about who got next, see it's tatted on my chest
Im Limited edition, why you searching for attention
On the gram you fishing, I'm like Snoop my
Shorty Betty in the kitchen whipping
You too close, please take a step away from me
Don't make a mess, the situation getting sticky
Clean it up with some finesse
Why am I acting like I'm him? Because this isn't acting
You all sound like comedians, except nobody's laughing
You dropped an album  then fell off, I knew you wasn't lasting
But boy, remember all the talk, how you gon' get a mansion
Well, mind my manners is if I act like you ain't got the answers
I put my phone down months ago, you called, I never answered
Your shorty stripping on a pole, she say she just a dancer
I guess it doesn't matter, take a check and whip it at her
She come back out after a set, she tryna kick it after
You just a big disaster, on my shifu meet the master

Cause I've been on your track, wanna come better alive
I just got a bounty on my head, I spent the time
Looking out for myself, yeah, I'm aiming for the eyes
Thought I had the keys until I unlocked all the lies
Cause you a disgrace, reason, filling up the spittoon
Feet up in the saloon, take a shot, nobody miss you
I'ma drop a bop, another bop, you got a issue
Bitch, I'm from Wisconsin, made this song up in a igloo

 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!