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JUVENILE lyrics : "Gutta Shit"

You think you baa but (*##$, I'm better
I'm you high, you need a ladder

Chopper, bullets in my matter, and your dreams you gotta shatter
Mama told me 'bout my manners, found my weed and went bananas
Told me leave, I got no handles

Took my piece and my bandana


I am so Louisiana, country talk is in my grammar
Play me conference, play me cameras, this white chocolate is the slammer
^!$$%s bark and get the hammers

The result is an example of a ^!$$% with no ammo
He got crowded, he jam-o

I play chances with my barrels, around these snakes without parole
Only deep I got his cattle, if I got it I don't tattle

Be like I was in Seattle, (*##$ you know I like to travel
I don't own a double barrel, I was by own Kadaro

(Hook x2)
Hey oh, hey oh
As I'm rockin, I know you watchin

You know I'm ridin, that's why you hidin

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