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UH HUH (feat. Tay Money)

de Jamie Ray

(Jake Angel on the track)

Country thug from the mud, got my money up
But I still call the plug, don't try to play them games
I got my shooter in the cut, Florida boy no Slip and Slide
But he gone wet you up, don't try to test your luck
'Cause we got sticks
A lot of ammo, big ol choppa got a dick
Red beam on this bitch, so I don't miss
This what you wanted, let me go and grant your wish
Toss his body in the ocean with the fish

Brrrrrrr, don't need security in the club
I gotta. 40 in my jeans and some more stashed in my glove (pow pow pow)
Shot gun don't shoot any bird, shot only slugs, bet your bucks
Heard some haters want some smoke, that's why I keep my burner tucked
Yea I got shooters! I ain't talking no Canon camera
I just J payed my bro some money in the slammer
Not a construction worker but I keep a fuckin hammer (hits different)
Real Florida boy riding in that donk all through Atlanta (uh huh)

Country thug from the mud, got my money up
But I still call the plug, don't try to play them games
I got my shooter in the cut, Florida boy no Slip and Slide
But he gone wet you up, don't try to test your luck
'Cause we got sticks
A lot of ammo, big ol choppa got a dick
Red beam on this bitch, so I don't miss
This what you wanted, let me go and grant your wish
Toss his body in the ocean with the fish

Look, I gotta pig pit (oinc)
And they always hungry eat you up like it's a picnic (yeet)
On my J prince shit, that. 556 quick
Fully automatic shred yo shit Jit
Straight out them trenches, no more Section 8 living
Just pulled up in a Mulsanne trippin, never road in no Bentley
I just hit a redbone with some red hair look like Wendy's
Made a hundred racks last week, my plug just called and said he miss me (uh huh)

Country thug from the mud, got my money up
But I still call the plug, don't try to play them games
I got my shooter in the cut, Florida boy no Slip & Slide
But he gone wet you up, don't try to test your luck
'Cause we got sticks
A lot of ammo, big ol choppa got a dick
Red beam on this bitch, so I don't miss
This what you wanted, let me go and grant your wish
Toss his body in the ocean with the fish

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