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Dj Lucas - First Amendment Audit Lyrics

First Amendment Audit Lyrics[Intro]
I have a right to do what I'm doin', man, DJ
DJ, DJ (Clean)
Yeah, yeah (Damn, Subjxct, you did it again)
Talk my talk, man, it's DJ, DJ, DJ, clean

[Chorus]
Yeah, bitch, I take that drive just to get a couple dollars (Yoom)
Gotta work with what I got, but I make that shit look baller (Clean)
And I really talk my talk, if you need anything, just holler (DJ)
In this Dunkin' Donuts polo, but I'm still gon' pop the collar (Clean, yeah)
My side of the mountain, custy pullin' out the hauler (Yoom)
You know I got that L just like The Beatles on Revolver (What?)
Told the plug to hit my line when you gettin' off in Palmer (Hah)
Gotta work with what I got, but I make that shit look baller (DJ)
They're like, "DJ outta pocket" (DJ)
Pull up any small town just like a First Amendment audit (Huh?)
Wе was smokin' hella 'za, I seen my homie turn psychotic (Ah)
I'll come sеrve you at the window like I'm working at the Sonic

[Verse]
Homie at the post office like a First Amendment auditor (It's DJ)
Sheet up in my pocket, but it ain't no fabric softener (Nope)
Custy on the way, he said he comin' out from Wappinger (Yoom)
They say life's a bitch, but I'm still tryna talk my talk with her (I talk my talk)
I'm off the beaten trail like a conservation officer (DJ)
Deep out in the woods, my homie growin' in his trailer (Smoke)
Made a killin' last year fuckin' with the poly mailers (Money)
I smoke three-five in a bob, that's no disrespect to The Wailers (DJ)
Through the fire and the rain, I do my thing like James Taylor (Huh?)
Late nights up on the road, it's just me and the tractor trailers (Yoom)
Smokin' pain up in my joint, that shit hittin' just like a [?] (Smoke)
I'm from the western side of Mass, every house I lived in was haunted (D-D-DJ)

[Chorus]
Yeah, bitch, I take that drive just to get a couple dollars (Money)
Gotta work with what I got, but I make that shit look baller (Clean)
And I really talk my talk, if you need anything, just holler (DJ)
In this Dunkin' Donuts polo, but I'm still gon' pop the collar (Clean)
My side of the mountain, custy pullin' out the hauler (Yoom)
You know I got that L just like The Beatles on Revolver (Smoke)
Told the plug to hit my line when you gettin' off in Palmer
Gotta work with what I got, but I make that shit look baller (Man)
They're like, "DJ outta pocket" (DJ)
Pull up any small town just like a First Amendment audit (Yeah)
We was smokin' hella 'za, I seen my homie turn psychotic (Ah)
Pull up in any small town just like a First Amendment audit (Money)

[Outro]
(You got this bitch on GarageBand? You goin' crazy)
Man, it's DJ, DJ, DJ, DJ, man, I'm talkin' my talk
Man, I pull up any small town just like I'm doin' a First Amendment audit, man