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You got your million bucks You got your flashy sports car You got your trophy girls Man, you think you're a star You got your teeth bleached You like to play the rich game Yeah, you think you're a cowboy The new Jesse James But I could kick your ass I could jack your jaw Put you flat in the dirt, boy Yeah, I'd have a ball So go ahead and act tough Like you're John Wayne's son But things can change fast I can kick your ass Try to steal my girl Better bring your big friends Another one or two 'Cause you're gonna need them You're a little too small To be calling me names I'm 'bout to knock that smirky little grin Right off of your face I could kick your ass I could jack your jaw Put you flat in the dirt, boy Yeah, I'd have a ball So go ahead and act tough Like your John Wayne's son But things can change fast I can kick your ass Oh, how about it, boy?
Yeah, I could kick your ass I could jack your jaw Put you flat in the dirt, boy Hell, I'd have a ball So go ahead and act tough Like you're John Wayne's son But things can change fast I could kick your ass
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