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Don Trip – Randy Savage Entrance

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Текст Don Trip – Randy Savage Entrance

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Haaa….It’s been a minute ain’t it?
I know
Without further ado

Did you miss me?

Well bitch I’m back with a vengeance
Spent three years in that lawyer’s office
Fighting for my independence
Boy that shit was expensive
They left me hangin like a lyniching
But I’m back at it like back acne
Ain’t no way to get rid of me
Big me up
So fresh to death you gotta dig me up
I’m so sittin phat
You gon need a forklift to pick me up
About my cut like nip n tuck
Berlin tucked in my dungarees
I’ll go to heaven for the fresh air
And then back to Hell for the company
These niggas try to hold me back
Well fuck it
Here go nothing
Bitch I’m duggin
Ain’t no tears inside my bucket
Think I’m bluffin
Find your life inside my budget
Bitch I’m buggin
Put your head inside that box and ship your body to your mother
They offered me a chain I said I don’t do no jewelry
They offered me a house
I said you must think I’m stupid
It ain’t a gift if you gotta recoup it
And then I drop top couped it
Contract up now its time to renew it
I’m like annnnh its deuces
I’ll take my chances with the juices
Then I got a call from Uncle Juicy
And he hit me to some new shit
Now my bank account say «ooh shit»
Now yo new bitch is my new bitch
She get wetter than a cruise ship
And if all these niggas ballers baby I must be a blue chip
Call me Mr. Trip with two clips
Two Clip Trip lets shoot shit
I love the way lil momma handle balls like a pool stick
Alright enough of that
Too far to turn back now
I tried that it didn’t work out
Listen real shit still in the trap
And all my pockets got the gout
Grab my mama’s stick and shout
Tell em ready niggas I’ll make it rain ha led til I flood niggas I
I got niggas duggin conspiracies so they camera shy
And these the men that raised me
Damn what kinda man am I
The kinda man that’ll stand to fire and never leave no man behind
I’ll treat a bitch like Cleopatra but when I leave she feel vandalized
Ha
Bitch please
You don’t know a thing bout me
I coulda got swallowed by the streets
Grew up in the kitchen
Grandaddy touchin all white
And he didn’t never use no bleach
I get out and get it
All I ever knew was grind
I ain’t never need no speech
I had to juggle but it was nothing
I got this covered like a fleece
Pretty please
Don’t make me point this at you
Cause I swear to God I’ll drop yo ass
He will not be here to catch you
Bitch I’m strapped up like a satchel
All those guns inside my castle
Don’t wanna put you under but I won’t hesitate if I have to
I got dollar signs as my IQ
Hand instructor at flight school
I’m that fly
I’m a ass too
If you was this ill you’d brag too
This just in: I’m bad news
I belong in a panic room
Every dog shall have its day
If today’s my day, good afternoon
On the list of top MC’s no I’m not even in the pact
But don’t forget without respect that crown is just a shiny hat
No I’m not even in the pact
But don’t forget without respect that crown is just a shiny hat
Ha
Randy Savage
Biittccch!