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Fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty.
When you came rolling round, loud and proud,
With your boys talking about all that city slang,
Act like we don't know a thing,
Just like we're some backwards rejects, belly ride a bad chick
Last fishing, cousin kissing, nothing but a bunch of rednecks.
I'm about to let you know, son, we was raised on these shotguns
And none of us ever gonna back down, we're proud of being smacked down.
Reddels too, we're closed before you keep running that lip,
âcause there's a fifty-fifty chance that you might get your ass whipped.
Fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty.
Let me tell you how it's going down, all up in here,
Everybody know just who you is, momma, daddy and your kids,
Seen you at the Walmart, caught you over about the deary queen,
Called your wife about an hour ago, said you sat in a bar with Joeline.
Now you're talking crazy, talk son, drugers in your heart, they walk, son.
Tell âem there's you the big cheese, momma gonna knock you to your knees.
If you go home and tell that country girl that bullshit, there's a fifty-fifty chance that you might get your ass whipped.
Fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty.
- Album:
- Sacred & Profane EP
- City
- Miscellaneous
- Non-Album Releases
- Danke Engel
- Die Original Alben
- Respect Yourself
- SimpliCity
- Am Fenster (Die Platin Edition)
- Der King vom Prenzlauer Berg
- Keine Angst
- City - Original Album Classics
- Art of Chill, Vol. 5
- Live and Direct, Vol. 1
- Radio Hits, Vol.2
- Check My Bag (Everything in My Bag)
- 2wice as Deep
- Harder
- She Wants Me
- The Party Life