paroles de chanson Saloon (feat. Chris Smiley) - Bluejacket
I
don't
give
a
fuck,
bitch,
yeah,
I'm
on
that
barrel
aged
I
can
barely
function,
I
be
on
that
fuck
shit
Fuck
a
swish,
I'm
dunkin'
Donuts
got
me
spinnin'
like
a
hurricane
You
ain't
got
no
soul,
just
a
motherfuckin'
vertebrae
Always
got
my
faults,
but
I'll
give
this
fuckin'
Earth
a
quake
Stompin'
in
this
bitch,
I
get
on
stage
and
make
the
curtains
raise
Cause
raisin'
out
the
dirt,
I'm
just
a
flower
and
I
broke
the
vase
Takin'
off
my
shirt,
I
got
the
power
just
to
motivate
You
can
call
it
confidence,
I'm
cocky,
rub
it
in
your
face
It's
confidential
when
I
mop
this
shit
up
with
your
own
disgrace
And
you
ain't
got
no
shit
on
me,
know
I
gotta
hold
the
weight
Not
even
a
misdemeanor,
yeah,
I
got
the
record
straight
Poppin'
off
this
Friday,
possibility,
I
procreate
I
just
pray
to
God,
a
lot
on
my
plate,
got
no
fuckin'
faith
Butterface,
drunken
rage,
I
just
got
a
tummy
ache
Another
phase,
why
you
fake
Potassium
Acesulfame
It's
not
really
my
thing,
got
a
twang,
just
respect
my
lane
Yeah,
you
pretty
sweet,
on
my
tongue,
you
went
and
left
a
taste
I
just
got
a
game,
broke
it
down,
and
then
I
rolled
some
flames
Stop
and
dropped,
I'm
just
a
fox,
I
got
the
hounds,
I
hunt
for
fame
Cause
I've
been
on
your
track,
wanna
come
better
alive
I
just
got
a
bounty
on
my
head,
I
spent
the
time
Looking
out
for
myself,
yeah,
I'm
aiming
for
the
eyes
Thought
I
had
the
keys
until
I
unlocked
all
the
lies
Cause
you
a
disgrace,
reason,
filling
up
the
spittoon
Feet
up
in
the
saloon,
take
a
shot,
nobody
miss
you
I'ma
drop
a
bop,
another
bop,
you
got
a
issue
Bitch,
I'm
from
Wisconsin,
made
this
song
up
in
a
igloo
This
is
the
part
where
I'm
supposed
to
come
in
and
talk
about
something
So
just
imagine
I
did
that
Yeah,
I
ain't
worried
about
no
flex
I
don't
care
about
who
got
next,
see
it's
tatted
on
my
chest
Im
Limited
edition,
why
you
searching
for
attention
On
the
gram
you
fishing,
I'm
like
Snoop
my
Shorty
Betty
in
the
kitchen
whipping
You
too
close,
please
take
a
step
away
from
me
Don't
make
a
mess,
the
situation
getting
sticky
Clean
it
up
with
some
finesse
Why
am
I
acting
like
I'm
him?
Because
this
isn't
acting
You
all
sound
like
comedians,
except
nobody's
laughing
You
dropped
an
album
then
fell
off,
I
knew
you
wasn't
lasting
But
boy,
remember
all
the
talk,
how
you
gon'
get
a
mansion
Well,
mind
my
manners
is
if
I
act
like
you
ain't
got
the
answers
I
put
my
phone
down
months
ago,
you
called,
I
never
answered
Your
shorty
stripping
on
a
pole,
she
say
she
just
a
dancer
I
guess
it
doesn't
matter,
take
a
check
and
whip
it
at
her
She
come
back
out
after
a
set,
she
tryna
kick
it
after
You
just
a
big
disaster,
on
my
shifu
meet
the
master
Cause
I've
been
on
your
track,
wanna
come
better
alive
I
just
got
a
bounty
on
my
head,
I
spent
the
time
Looking
out
for
myself,
yeah,
I'm
aiming
for
the
eyes
Thought
I
had
the
keys
until
I
unlocked
all
the
lies
Cause
you
a
disgrace,
reason,
filling
up
the
spittoon
Feet
up
in
the
saloon,
take
a
shot,
nobody
miss
you
I'ma
drop
a
bop,
another
bop,
you
got
a
issue
Bitch,
I'm
from
Wisconsin,
made
this
song
up
in
a
igloo

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