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Adam Calhoun X Demun Jones - No Way (Official Music Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Adam Calhoun
Adam Calhoun
Performer
Demun Jones
Demun Jones
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Calhoun
Adam Calhoun
Composer
Demun Jones
Demun Jones
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thomas Toner
Thomas Toner
Producer

Lyrics

Ridin' through this motherfucker, get your lighters up Ri-ridin' through this motherfucker, get your lighters up Ri-ri-ridin' through this motherfucker, get your lighters up Ridin' through this motherfucker, get your lighters up I'ma keep on gunnin' 'til I shut 'em all up I don't do this for the fame, I do it for all of us If you think you ain't got a voice that ain't ever true Long as I'm around, I'ma rep red, white, blue Ridin' through this motherfucker, get your lighters up, boy You ain't never ridin', why you always fuckin' stuck, boy? You can keep on tryin' but it never be enough, boy E-Everyone around me laughs, 'cause you just with some fuckboys Don't I hear a lot of talkin', they can't walk the walk What the fuck, hook 'em up, pull him out his damn truck Damn brah, I thought you was supposed to be so damn tough Why the first one talkin' shit the first one to run, huh? No way, fuck you say? We ain't tryna hear that, get the fuck out the way Boy whatcha lookin' at, whatcha whatcha lookin' at? Boy whatcha you lookin' at, what the fuck you lookin' at? No way, fuck you say? We ain't tryna hear that, get the fuck out the way Boy whatcha lookin' at, whatcha whatcha lookin' at? Boy what you lookin' at, what the fuck you lookin' at? We winnin' welcome to second place Better get your pads boy, I'm in your face Thought I was easin' off, naw dog that ain't the case Place your bets on the vets, we ain't losin' the race This is a winner take all, barbarian bar brawl Get your, get your fists in the air, I'm talkin' all y'all Thought about takin' the easy way, aww hell naw Any weapon thrown against me, they all fall Better get with God 'cause hard times are comin' So buckle up buddy, good luck it means nothin' Bum rushin' over the competition there somethin' like A freight train runnin' you over, we ain't bluffin' No way, fuck you say? We ain't tryna hear that, get the fuck out the way Boy whatcha lookin' at, whatcha whatcha lookin' at? Boy whatcha you lookin' at, what the fuck you lookin' at? No way, fuck you say? We ain't tryna hear that, get the fuck out the way Boy whatcha lookin' at, whatcha whatcha lookin' at? Boy what you lookin' at, what the fuck you lookin' at? Uhh, ahh Uhh, ahh Uhh, ahh
Writer(s): Thomas Toner, Matthew David Jones, Adam Calhoun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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