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Hi name 2XX's, never fumble, anyday/
Toss and tumble through the jungle, while stiff arming every snake/
Imma artist, imma target, i see guns from everyway/
Only shots i take is liquor, throw'em back, right to the face
(Breath, breathe) Caught up in the rapture/ i need, instagram captured/
Pictures, just to save the moment, my opponents thought they could be a winner/
You niggas chicken dinner, i got a chick tryna be my dinner/
Used to sit inna backa class, and copy answers like a printer
Power ranger, cowards endangered, tower above from an awkward angle/
Memphis streets, where hood niggas tangle/ first 48 real can't change the chainal/
Bang the block, and bang the banga/ bangarang, would neverland on this Plato/
I mean plateau, it's just casual... walk thru the hood, you wear yo hat low
Im good, get it all understood, nigga know Im man/
And I get chose, niggas wanna point the finger, imitate Uncle Sam/
Getcho own, getcho life, cuz we only wanna party here/
You ain't getting right, get the muddafuck up outta here
T-R-D-O-N
Thats what type a mood im in. x3
What the fuck it matter, everybody go bananas
(VERSACE!!!) oh that's my shit/
This come on, this my song, do dat dance from "Fuck Dat Bitch"/
Im wilin for the hell of it/ find heaven inna mello chick/
Im twisted like a rello, say hello, im tryna nail a chick
I bet that boy gon feel some typa way/
I invited his gurl over, now she really wanna stay/
Why she feeling so open, i just hope she getaway/
Hated Super Mario, ain't abish im tryna save
Im a master don, is the class Im on, hold down the city all byself/
Faired well, no welfare, ain't even need nona Obama's help/
Whipping in the kitchen, I ain't even use gonna my mama belt/
Whipping in the kitchen, I ain't even use gonna my mama belt
Keep it frank, I know I cannot stay away from no dank/
And Imma fresh prince, so you know I prolly chilling up witha bank/
Getcho life, i got this drank, now what it is and what it ain't/
If you ain't getting right, muddafuck up out my face aye
T-R-D-O-N
Thats what type a mood im in. x3
What the fuck it matter, everybody go bananas
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