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Beer, Bait And Ammo By Kevin Fowler
Well now early one day I was on my way
To my favorite fishin' hole
I was thinking I could sure use another
gone!
"where's those titties i like so well,
'n' my goddam beer!"
Is what i started to yell, then i heard this noise
Like a crunchin' twig, 'n up jumped
(Here we go)
Huh, piss me off, I piss back
S-sixty-nine, that's a 9 tucked right by my six pack
I'm with my slime, treat a toe tag like I treat
of school (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I admit that I wasn't that cool (I wasn't)
I admit that I just feel like retiring (I, yeah)
I admit that I just don't feel
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
man, just...
What you got some beer?
[redneck]
Hell yeah, I got some beer
[Devin]
You got some weed?
[redneck]
Hell yeah, I got some weed around here
1, 2, 3 - You can go and ring the bell, man
You're lookin' at a champ, so I'm gonna need a Hell Yeah
Hell yeah! (Hell yeah!) Hell yeah! (Hell yeah
of hell's kitchen praying he don't stick from the stove
God got me, illum-i-not-me written in bold
Slept on, now I'm everywhere like g-g-g-go crazy
Buy 150
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
Broke into Kevin Hart's Oscar Party
Let's go
Alright kids I would not recommend trying this shit at home
But if you did do it just don't do it like I did
of positive drinkin'
Beer one tastes just like a beer
Beer two, a little bit better than one
Beer three, beer four
Yeah, that was pretty damn good so hand
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
gone)
I've kicked it with the aliens, a different stratosphere (E.T., phone home)
And lookin' down like, "We come in peace" (oh, me too)
Yeah, I told
believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
like I'm in my Cadillac (never had one)
Never entertain a clap back
Your insecurity remains a fact (yeah)
I've warmed up and I do not relax
I'm not
believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
the father
I fuck with a rubber I can't have a daughter (Ehh)
It's hell in the cat like I'm driving a Charger (Skurt)
I gotta go harder that is the motto (The
to Harvey
(Dude, you know I ain't runnin')
That swing from Hugh is never too far from me
Yeah you know they all call me Harvey
But my girl ride me like
get M's in by the shoe size
I don't fuck with y'all type of kind
I done seen all y'all dick ride
Bread winner like I'm Kevin Gates
And I swear
a brainstorm feel it by the presence play the cut like I'm space ghost
In and out of touch small circles like it’s face soap jewelry but I stay woke stupid
will get back
Yeah she had to leave, did she have to leave me one beer
Short of a twelve pack?
She left me hanging high and dry in that hell high
throw
Play yo part
Play the hoes like cheat code
No love Kevin Hart
I know 8 things
Niggas hatin
Hoes cappin
I make money I do magic
Houdini abracadabra
Hell yeah if you touch 'em I see red like I'm Kane (Yeah Yeah)
Bout to break a bitch back
Hell yeah feel like I'm Bane (Yuh)
When I load up on that track
by the holler
Got a twelve pack of beer sitting way Over yonder let's get drunk, I'll try My luck
Yeah, we turning up this town in some jacked up
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