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preauxx – the theme lyrics

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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 n-ggas chicken dinner, i got a chick tryna be my dinner/
used to sit inna backa cl-ss, and copy answers like a printer

power ranger, cowards endangered, tower above from an awkward angle/
memphis streets, where hood n-ggas 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, n-gga know im man/
and i get chose, n-ggas wanna point the finger, imitate uncle sam/
getcho own, getcho life, cuz we only wanna party here/
you ain’t getting right, get the muddaf-ck up outta here

t-r-d-o-n
thats what type a mood im in. x3
what the f-ck it matter, everybody go bananas

(versace!!!) oh that’s my sh-t/
this come on, this my song, do dat dance from “f-ck dat b-tch”/
im wilin for the h-ll of it/ find heaven inna mello chick/
im twisted like a rello, say h-llo, 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 cl-ss 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, muddaf-ck up out my face aye

t-r-d-o-n
thats what type a mood im in. x3
what the f-ck it matter, everybody go bananas

- preauxx lyrics

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