Lyrics:
Cajun preacher was preachin'
Reminded me of an old camp meeting
It brought Saint Matthew 4:19 to life
He said, "I catch 'em, God cleans 'em
I bait
armor guardin' your door
Oh, but I'm gonna keep on comin' 'til you can't move no more
You can bait me, fake me, yeah
But I keep on comin' at ya
You
station, where you get your gas.
Then there's Dixie Rose Deluxe's,
Honky Tonk, Feed Store, Gun Shop, Used Car,
Beer, Bait, Barbecue, Barber Shop, Laundromat.
don't be a fool, don't be an army-tool
you'll be army-bait, a puppet of the state
without a purpose, without goals
you'll be used to slaughter
s-sexy
Brown and petite
Good girl times three under the sheets
Cookie my favorite flavor, but 'nuff
Weed like I come from Jamaica
It's bait that Russ gets
ain't bait
Still crash corn in 17th place
Still lurk round in the 17th side
Hands in the sky when I reach my side
Why cap,? Why lie?
Shh got bored, now he
and pussy boys don’t communicate
Rich nigga taste
Grapes on a plate
Grapes on a plate make yo lady bite the bait
It’s a holiday, roof in the wraith outta
Fooled by these boys, by their boxer bait
Tricked by the trade cause I love the chase
You're just a photograph, camera obscura
The insecure,
already told you once that you ain't my baby
I know you're trying to bait me, lately
Tell me where exactly is it you're tryna take me
I'm thinking do you
to your city and fuck up the place
Hit up the plug for a slice of that psycho this chick going crazy she taking the bait
I tell her I like her, she asking
parked in the fire lane with the hazards on
And the outcome don’t look great.
Biting down on a bullet trying to fish or cut bait
It’s not a lie if you
Well now early one day
I was on my way to my favorite fishin hole
I's a thinking I could sure use
Another bottle of booze
My baits runnin a little
Now I got the hook
And now I got the bait
Now I got the bait
So don't slow me down
Now I got a car
And now I gotta girl
Now I got a car
To go around
Now I got The hook
And Now I got the bait
Now I got the bait
so don't slow me down
Now I got a car
and now I gotta girl
Now I got a car to go
that a Snicker (bitch)
Hook that boy up like some bait, I'm a fisher
Cook him up like fish fillet, then eat dinner
Look for his ass 'til we find him
you hesitate, 'cause you're usin' live bait
Senorita, solitaire, you got a certain kind of savoir-faire
'Cause you're notorious (notorious),
Don't never never run, hell yes I'm going too
How long should I feel like bait now?
Wide open, careful where the mind goes
Moonlight, a superstitious
Bdope, triplo sette, Roma centro
Stupido rapper mi fa (mi fa il bait)
Yeah
Bdope, chiama due b-
Stupido rapper mi fa il bait (mi fa il bait
station where ya get your gas
Then there's Dixie Rose Deluxe's Honky Tonk, Feed Store, Gun Shop,
Used Car, Beer Bait, BBQ, Barber Shop, Laundromat
Money face mi paint
Mi need a date, appointment nuh late
caw mama say son, soon, yuh great
Dat the bait mi take, millions soon mi make
Barn tell dem…
The right choice, between stop and go
Stay away from the fate on a silver plate
Turn around don’t bite the bait
See through that fate on that silver plate
paid
Heard that that guy wanna be mates
Keep an eye on him, his energy's bait
Stay laid back keep my energy saved
They don't wanna see me charged up like
bait for will for days, for days
Kittens there's no such hint, surprise
We're our own enemy today
Don't dare turn to vulnerable ways
Is bait for will for
Can't even lie
I'm like the fish with the hook
You wait too long you get shook
I snatch the bait like a crook
Before they get a good look
I was
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