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Round Here

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Adam Calhoun - Round Here Lyrics


[Chorus]So long, boy you so goneYou gonna learn not to fuck with me(Don't bring it around here)We don't play no games and if you wanna go to warThere ain't nothing to say(Don't bring it around here)[Verse 1]What the fuck wrong with that boy, get himI ain't got time to be toyin' with 'emWhen a shotgun hit 'em, then he gonna goHe gonna know not to fuck with me no moreCan't breathe no moreThrow that bitch in the back of the truckAnd we gonna go dump you somewhereSo deep that even we don't knowWe ridin', you ridin' with us or you gon' get ran overWhen I say we ridin' I ain't talkin' Range RoverLifted up trucks give a fuck about a boulderShotgun in the rack hangin' right above my shoulderPoster with your face on itFace it, these bullets hit you in the faceFuck your shit up more than bracesAmmo come in by the casesHave you leanin' like the MatrixWhy you're family settin' up the wake and all they sayin' is (Sayin' is)[Chorus]So long, boy you so goneYou gonna learn not to fuck with me(Don't bring it around here)We don't play no games and if you wanna go to warThere ain't nothing to say(Don't bring it around here)So long, boy you so goneYou gonna learn not to fuck with me(Don't bring it around here)We don't play no games and if you wanna go to warThere ain't nothing to say(Don't bring it around here)[Verse 2]Are you still talkin' shit, huhYou won't go away, just like a hiccupBitch I hit you I promise you won't get upGet out my hair, don't bring that shit around here, boy, leave it beOr you're gonna see the bottom of a fuckin' creek, RIPYea, Bubba, bad motherfucker tires smokin' burnin' rubberDirt and mud we got you coveredBitch I put you six feet underPistol underneath my seatI go to war, you go to sleepAnd I know that you heard of meHell yea, hell yeaTh-th-that boy A-Cal with a 50 calI'm in your town and run that shit, yee yeeDon't play around, I'll lay you downShould've known boy not to fuck with meShould've know better not to throw with 'emHave you runnin' back like Jerome BettisI'll light you up with that hot leadThen dump you off in the cold riverI don't give a fuck, no fearCrack your head then a cold beerYou ain't known here, don't go thereGet dumped on a dirt road hereGot a 12 gauge, I'm well paidBought lots of bullets, put you front pageThem headlines, you deadI'm doing just fine, while the papers sayin'[Chorus]So long, boy you so goneYou gonna learn not to fuck with me(Don't bring it around here)We don't play no games and if you wanna go to warThere ain't nothing to say(Don't bring it around here)So long, boy you so goneYou gonna learn not to fuck with me(Don't bring it around here)We don't play no games and if you wanna go to warThere ain't nothing to say(Don't bring it around here)

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