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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Don't you step a foot up in the swamp with your gators on (Tsk) That's redundant when one takes a foot (Take that) And I ain't never slicked up in your city uninvited (Uhh) Wish a motherfucker would Stay put, this shot is heavy, your frame light (Light) You're more than six degrees and can't explain the life (Huh) When the fuck the swamp turn into real estate? (Uh) Spirits in the weeping willows heavyweight (Yeah) Spirits out the bathtub for the every day Heavy mists got vision cloudy anyway Any way they go, they never get away (Run) Shotgun in the shed and he can't wait to play (Ha) Fucked up a Dollar General for Gatorade It's gators waiting in the water, chillin', fuck it, he can wait Grab a motherfucker and then fade away Wrestle with the scales until the break of day (Uh) Bullet through bottle like it's breakaway Shattered glass amassing on the grasses where the babies play Bleeding feet could bring the beast out any day Bleeding hearts come teachin', thinkin' they could save They may should save their favors for a rainy day It's way too many dead around for fake-ass prayers to make a way Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah SongtexteDon't you step a foot up in the swamp with your gators on (Tsk) That's redundant when one takes a foot (Take that) And I ain't never slicked up in your city uninvited (Uhh) Wish a motherfucker would Stay put, this shot is heavy, your frame light (Uhh) You're more than six degrees and can't explain the life When the fuck the swamp turn into fashion week? Used to be pull up here flashy wouldn't last a week Used to stand out by just standing 'til he atrophied Stitches tattooed on his lips so he don't have to speak (Shh) Hood commando, flip a gram up to a half a ki' (Uh) Pop a band up out the bando, 'bout a half a week Pimpin' partners lock it down, they feel like Master P (Uhh) And you ain't in the trap house 'less you got a master key The rims are 30" here because the grass is deep Gold on his molars 'cause he only got 'bout half his teeth You passing through to spread your gospel, you gon' have to leave Wrapped up in a casket are the only ones to pass the sieve Most cues ain't verbal, why you wasting time with flattery? All kings are bastards 'round here, that just happens naturally Bathwater babies creep up out the bayou magically And leave your brains behind the outhouse in the grass for cats to eat (Woo) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Don't you step a foot up in the swamp with your gators on That's redundant when one takes a foot (Take that) And I ain't never slicked up in your city uninvited (Uhh) Wish a motherfucker would Stay put, this shot is heavy (Heavy), your frame light (Uhh) You're more than six degrees and can't explain the life You never lived, you never leave, it's curtains The fog over the swamp should make you nervous (Ah) Take the chorus They weighed the water, child Highest to the demon speaking English via crocodile Cock a smile sideways, church for Sunday Sometimes that shit you didn't know more dangerous than gunplay Aus Songtexte Mania