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funkoars – da na na lyrics

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[intro hook]
“i’m from the crew that sets it off by sprayin’ beer in your face,
like a freak on the elevator i’mma f-ck you up.
i’m from the crew that sets it off by sprayin’ beer in your face,
the liquidator with the hardcore demanor’s”
da na na…

[chorus – sesta]
certified wise in this b-tch now “da na na”,
sesta about to put my sh-t down “da na na”,
who think they got the skill to try to top the bill when we rock for real.
it’s like,

[verse 1 – sesta]
i’m that kinda guy you find b-mpin’ and grindin’ blind,
tryin’ to hit the finest b-tch but i won’t lie i’m no bias.
a ladies man i’m not, i got kd lang looking slags,
want to know tags up on their fun bags, but f-ck that.
i’m that hunch back, lumber jack looking sc-m bag,
with pick up lines like, “mummy this can i touch that”. (ooo come here)
but i’m as charming as a heart attack and fact is,
less attractive than eight guy sebastians,
on crack with they back kicked in.
still i’m the sickest ever spitting the art and that’s an acronym,
this crowds packing in, i’ll pick up tonight,
and nine times out of ten i’m right before that one bit,
i’ll drink then let the ignorance kick in,
skip the mix and then slip the d-ck in.
if i have a kid i’ll call it, “oops lady”,
raise that baby and i’ll pay for the school books.

[hook]

[chorus – hons]
certified wise in this b-tch now “da na na”,
sketsy hons about to put my sh-t down “da na na”,
who think they got the skill to try to top the bill when we rock for real.
it’s like,

[verse 2 – hons]
the name’s hons i’m the type of guy you don’t,
take home to meet your folks and that ain’t no joke,
i’ve got a slight abuse problem from a sick p-rn addiction,
not to mention booze, gambling and a freak fetish for kissing.
i’m a late bloomer, i don’t wake till noon,
i’m that dealer at the cashy you dropped your pay check to,
on some freak b-tch sh-t i act with c-ntish behaviour,
i got randoms on repeat ’till i can beat chris money maker.
i’m that chauvinistic pig for you b-tch rappers,
the p-ss maggot at the bar yelling, “sh-t happens”.
the fact is that i’mma gambling addict,
at the taj i’m twenty-fourty, taking stacks from ben affleck.
teenage heart throb, party to my heart stop,
and i’m out drinking crews right up ’til the tab at the bar stop.
start with hons that sh-t is hopeless bro,
cause you ain’t nothing but a tortoise tryin’ to b-boy like pinocchio.

[hook]

[intermission – trials]
yeah, we ’bout to break it down for a quick second,
let the organs play, let the drinks get topped up,
and then get right back into it like,
alright, check it,
da na na…

[chorus – trials]
certified wise in this b-tch now “da na na”,
eh, trigger trial ’bout to put my sh-t down “da na na”,
who think they got the skill to try to top the bill when we rock for real.
it’s like,

[verse 3 – trials]
well i’m the type of guy you find blind drunk,
girl in the trunk tied up,
’bout to pick the kids and wife up.
eyes stuck ’cause sleep is rare,
beef with trials then that beef ain’t fair,
steer clear! you in the cross hairs,
of a cat with nine lives with eight still spare,
and a death wish, check the cast like def wish,
we park for breakfast where the largest breast is.
from b cups, c cups, double d cups,
at a little hippy show telling emo kids to cheer up.
i know being rich kiddies is hard,
like the world knows tara reid’s t-tties are scarred.
my finishing move’s to change what you listening too,
hitting the brew ’till my brain cells missing a few,
all i do, rap about b-tches and booze,
you don’t like it take a seat next to the b-tches and boo, mother f-ck f-ck.

[chorus]
certified wise in this b-tch now “da na na”,
reflux put your sh-t down “da na na”,
who think they got the skill to try to top the bill when we rock for real.
it’s like,

[outro sample]
“yehhh, check it out,
yehhh, like that,
check it, check, check it out,
like that…”



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