Listen to Whiskey Fiddle (feat. Demun Jones) by Adam Calhoun

Whiskey Fiddle (feat. Demun Jones)

Adam Calhoun

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Music Video

Whiskey Fiddle
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Adam Calhoun
Adam Calhoun
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Calhoun
Adam Calhoun
Songwriter
Eric Kewitz
Eric Kewitz
Songwriter
Matthew David Jones
Matthew David Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Kewitz
Eric Kewitz
Producer

Lyrics

Hey we used to I don't fk around with these dudes, no They just run they mouth Until their luck runs out I said "I ain't what you're used to" I don't fk around with these dudes, no They just run they mouth Until their luck runs out I get it you're so tough and stuff Big ol' pickup trucks and huntin' bucks I'll bet you a hundred bucks I ran out of fks And you ain't good at fightin' so you learned how to duck Run tuck and tell it ain't ever fkin' fail I don't give a fk about Yale I grew up tough as nails I ain't worried about bail I got money by the bales And I ain't talkin' 'bout hay I'm talkin' 'bout sales You ain't talkin' 'bout sht unless you talkin' 'bout me Come say it to my face you gonna talk without teeth Oh me oh my made his old lady lie Made his old dog die seen that old boy cry Yeah Bubba sht's about to get ugly I'm old school but the new school love me Two lanes run with me or from me Don't gamble with your life boy you ain't that lucky I ain't what you used to I don't fk around with these dudes, no They just run they mouth Until their luck runs out I said "I ain't what you're used to" I don't fk around with these dudes, no They just run they mouth Until their luck runs out I said "I ain't what you're used to" I don't fk around with these dudes, no They just run they mouth Until their luck runs out I said "I ain't what you're used to" I don't fk around with these dudes, no They just run they mouth Until their luck runs out Pickin' and grinnin' steadily winnin' I ain't surprised I had what it took from the beginnin' I was full speed runnin' them over makein' fools bleed Trainin' rookies for the big leagues indeed Man I hope you have fantasy points I'm offensively dangerous when I'm bangin' these joints Bases loaded and a full count, oww You gotta pitch to me now I'm knockin' that shit out Callin' my shot I drop a hundred videos all of them hot A-Cal asked coulda I said "boy stop" It'd be my pleasure to cook it up on hot I bridge a gap from the mud to them hicks up top 'Till the whole maps covered I shit you not I'll be sittin' on green for the beat to drop Indian style, haha I ain't what you used to I don't fk around with these dudes, no They just run they mouth Until their luck runs out I said "I ain't what you're used to" I don't fk around with these dudes, no They just run they mouth Until their luck runs out
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Adam Calhoun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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