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Can't touch me when I'm steppin' my Luccheses (Lucchese)
I gotta stick, if a b*t*h try to play me (play me)
If I pull up in the box, you gonna end up in that box
If I pull up in the box, you gonna end up in that box

(Can't touch me when I'm steppin' my Luccheses (Lucchese))
We some low fashion killers yeah drive a b*t*h crazy
(I gotta stick, if a b*t*h try to play me (play me))
Stick okay sick Paw paw paw like a mace, mace
(If I pull up in the box, you gonna end up in that box)
If I pull up in that box well then you know I'm ready to rob motherf**kers
(I'm Slumerican till that cake f**kin' drops)
S-L-U-M-E-R-I-C-A-N boy we comin in hot

Yeah making magic in that boiling water
I done see so many trap houses that I should've got me a name tag
I've been Wayne push, take a major order
Gave em a plug when they here to drop
And it ain't evil what I'm about
Just a brother helping out my brother but he still do me a quarter pound
I smoked up a ounce in the meantime, I didn't even sell one dime
Stayed an á la brocante lab-rat one in the maze of my mind
I got to get to that cheese boy, eating this government cheese boy?
Got dressed for the [?] boy, got blessed like a sneeze boy
Not stressed, not the least boy
Millionaires ain't in my skull
I'm talking after the bees boy, like a bear to the honey comb
Got the paws up, claws out, from under the roof of a small house with no heat, and a old couch
To a drop chevy, rolling out

S-L-U-M-E-R-I-C-A-N
S-L-U-M-E-R-I-C-A-N boy we comin in hot, hot
Badd Wolf, Yelawolf
Slumafia Gang

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