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Can't you see these rubber boots? Got it out the mud and that's the truth Everybody pray that I would lose Now it's me laughing at you Ha-hahahaha Hahahahaha Ha-hahahaha Hahaha Mom, I made it Everybody who was hating was praying that I wouldn't be this but I'm undefeated They're biggest mistake was forgetting that they gave out freedom of speech to a genius Grabbin' my penis, swinging my balls, don't give a fuck, never at all I'm the biggest independent artist and they look retarded hopin' that I'll fall One time for those haters in the back, where they at? (Fuck 'em) One time for those pussies talkin' trash, where they at? (Fuck 'em) Straight or gay, they/them, there's white or black, where they at? (Fuck 'em) Everyone who prayed I wouldn't last, where they at? I'm a wanted man, got a lot of fans If you want a problem you don't got a chance That's a lot of blood on a lot of hands That's a lot of graves on a lot of land I got it out the mud and now I count the blessings If you don't get it then I guess I got a question Can't you see these rubber boots? SongtexteGot it out the mud and that's the truth Everybody pray that I would lose Now it's me laughing at you Ha-hahahaha Hahahahaha Ha-hahahaha Hahaha I can't understand it like he speakin' Spanish, Hispanic He got so stuck in mud he gon' need mechanics and hammers My hands dirty like they planted, I been there, got the advantage I been stranded, left for dead and damaged, this is how I managed Look, fuck 'em, they ain't got the nerve, swerve, flip 'em off the bird Why he talkin' shit, I bet he swingin' with a purse Swear to god I ain't forgot days I was broke until the first Yeah, I made it out the mud but I'm still playin' in the dirt like Blast off, got their comments runnin', it gon' tear through mud like asphalt Speakers bumpin', rumblin, got they heater on the dashboard Just in case you run up like a dummy, tear yo' ass off Boy, you got it comin', you gon' get just what you asked for Can't you see these rubber boots? Got it out the mud and that's the truth Everybody pray that I would lose Now it's me laughing at you Ha-hahahaha Hahahahaha Ha-hahahaha Hahaha I laughed off, good for the soul, gotta let it out of Or they use you, judge your roll, gotta sweat it out of This your life on the table, man, get it out of Bein' selfish, thinkin' about Babe, ready to hit it out of If you ain't first you're last, that's what Ricky Bobby said Pull that pistol, let it blast, then you left somebody dead Now you scared but on the street was a full gangster Like 50 Cent said "Boy, you a wanksta" Money in the saver, gettin' to the paper Smile off the glacier, ballin' like a Pacer You was in my face, uh Flossin' all that blood money Now I'm free and I'm on top and you in there, ain't nothin' funny Can't you see these rubber boots? Got it out the mud and that's the truth Everybody pray that I would lose Now it's me laughing at you Ha-hahahaha Ha-hahahaha Ha-hahahaha Ha-hahahaha Aus Songtexte Mania