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feelin' me - the lacs lyrics

[verse 1: rooster]
honky tonk and big redneck goon
i caught more fish than the man in the moon
and i’ve been around town ain’t much to see
bunch of young buckwheats in the skinny -ss jeans
vac up on the 6×9’s got one spare tire
and the rest show why
i creep out back and if i smoke you out
remember uncle buck yeah i’m that guy
see y’all stuck in the box with the same ol’
name brand folks man y’all lame-o
let me hit the whiskey few toes
and i’ll show you somethin’ ’bout the redneck tango
put you on the payroll stackin’ albums
just flip through the book if you start to doubt ’em
been sittin’ round the finish line sho’ browse them
’cause your breath show more like i’m popin’ valume
i’m poppin’ stallion on your -ss giddy up
town lac boy bad boy, baby get it shut down
recognize a rebel when you show up at the party
get up off and bang a little marley
tip my hat to the folks in the back
but it sure is sad that you can’t get less
i stab my flag at the top of the hill
so you all know how i feel

[verse 2: uncle snap]
you see that primered up truck
that’s in my yard on the blocks
you know my neighbors cook it up
and they ain’t welcoming cops
i got them mason jars buried up in the pen with the hog
that double barrel that i carry with my three-legged dog
i’m so h-rny baby ya you can’t go wrong
you gonna flaunt it baby or keep it movin’ along
’cause i ain’t lookin’ for a normal chick
i’m lookin’ for the baddest
i’m picture dirty with a rock star status
i’m talkin’ bout a [?] right now talkin’ ’bout forever
that nasty jessie james type that bump the cinderella
get up on this boat ’cause its time to get pamela
yeah post a video make folks say d-mnit bro

[verse 3: hard target]
yeah bang on, fill my cup
liquor bottle in my hand ’bout to tilt it up
while i talk to your girl while you’re still in love
like netflix girl we gone chill or what?
(i’m feelin’ me)
i’m in the back of the room getting’ sh-t face drunk
and i’m actin’ a fool
like i don’t even smoke but you can p-ss me the doob
’til i’m neil armstrong and i blaze to the moon
like yeah haha
party hard got your girl top off like mardi gras
when i walk in the room then the party start
hard target you don’t want to party garth, haha
nope not today truck loud you can hear me from a block away
with that beat hittin’ hard like dr. dre
you heard that this is what i got to say

[verse 4: cymple man]
i’m flyer than clark kent
i’m in the type of studio
and we ain’t talkin’ no high end apartment
you been sittin’ by me this whole time and you didn’t realize
i’m going forrest gump on the park bench
so while you tell us about your corporate hardships
or how expensive your new sports car is
i’ll be standin’ behind ya crunchin’ corn chips
like ignore this makin’ fart noises with my arm pits
these rappers are really dreamin’
i can murder these kids or i can silly string them
if you still want beef i can really eat ’em
i’m the leader of the sharks like willie beamen
i’m just tryin’ to get my piece of the pie
so steep in line or steep aside
for everyone that applies
come on man reach for the sky
within’ a blink of an eye
you get mad and that’s the reason to hide

[chorus: wess nyle]
(i’m feelin’ me)
i’m really feelin’ myself tonight
so if you’re thinkin’ ’bout hatin’ don’t even waste your time
(i’m feelin’ me)
my dirtbagz with me and they’re ready to go
(i’m feelin’ me)
so i’m gone do my thing ’til they don’t love me know more
(i’m feelin’ me)
i’m really feelin’ myself tonight
so if you’re thinkin’ ’bout hatin’ don’t even waste your time
(i’m feelin’ me)
my dirtbagz with me and they’re ready to go
(i’m feelin’ me)
so i’m gone do my thing ’til they don’t love me know more
(i’m feelin’ me)
(i’m feelin’ me)
(i’m feelin’ me)
to myself

- the lacs lyrics

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