PreauXX - The Theme - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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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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