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Whiskey Fiddle Songtext
von Adam Calhoun feat. Demun Jones

Whiskey Fiddle Songtext

Hey we used to
I don′t fk around with these dudes, no
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out
I said "I ain't what you′re used to"
I don't fk around with these dudes, no
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out


I get it you're so tough and stuff
Big ol′ pickup trucks and huntin′ bucks
I'll bet you a hundred bucks I ran out of fks
And you ain′t good at fightin' so you learned how to duck
Run tuck and tell it ain′t ever fkin' fail
I don′t give a fk about Yale I grew up tough as nails
I ain't worried about bail I got money by the bales
And I ain't talkin′ ′bout hay I'm talkin′ 'bout sales
You ain′t talkin' ′bout sht unless you talkin' 'bout me
Come say it to my face you gonna talk without teeth
Oh me oh my made his old lady lie
Made his old dog die seen that old boy cry

Yeah Bubba sht′s about to get ugly
I′m old school but the new school love me
Two lanes run with me or from me
Don't gamble with your life boy you ain′t that lucky


I ain't what you used to
I don′t fk around with these dudes, no
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out
I said "I ain't what you′re used to"
I don't fk around with these dudes, no
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out
I said "I ain't what you′re used to"
I don′t fk around with these dudes, no
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out
I said "I ain't what you′re used to"
I don't fk around with these dudes, no
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out

Pickin′ and grinnin' steadily winnin′
I ain't surprised I had what it took from the beginnin'
I was full speed runnin′ them over makein′ fools bleed
Trainin' rookies for the big leagues indeed
Man I hope you have fantasy points
I′m offensively dangerous when I'm bangin′ these joints
Bases loaded and a full count, oww
You gotta pitch to me now I'm knockin′ that shit out
Callin' my shot
I drop a hundred videos all of them hot
A-Cal asked coulda I said "boy stop"
It'd be my pleasure to cook it up on hot
I bridge a gap from the mud to them hicks up top
′Till the whole maps covered I shit you not
I′ll be sittin' on green for the beat to drop
Indian style, haha

I ain′t what you used to
I don't fk around with these dudes, no
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out
I said "I ain′t what you're used to"
I don′t fk around with these dudes, no
They just run they mouth
Until their luck runs out

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