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prof - tarzan lyrics

[intro]
parental advisory due to unneccessa+
uh, f+ck it
get your f+ckin’ popcorn, b+tch

[hook]
i’m ’bout to let my f+ckin’ nuts hang (right on, brother)
donuts in the mustang (f+ckin’ right on, brother)
see how low my chain go (right on, brother)
sit back and watch me work my angle (f+ckin’ right on, brother)

i’m ’bout to let my f+ckin’ nuts hang (right on, brother)
donuts in the mustang (f+ckin’ right on, brother)
see how low my chain go (right on, brother)
sit back and watch me work my angle (f+ckin’ right on, brother)

[verse 1]
i was the best even before the sh+t occurred to me
i was in the kitchen eating chicken while committing burglary
she laughin’, smilin’, claimin’ that she never heard of me
i’m ugly as f+ck, you think i’m dumb too? certainly
oooh, swaggy, sativa in thе baggy
bring your rubber gloves cuz it might get a littlе nasty
i’m gettin’ lit on the nightly, pass the menthols and the visine
bout to get creepy and dicey, get this motherf+cker hyphy
can i let my hair down? can i let my nuts hang?
not too much i care ’bout, ‘cept maybe my mustang
d+mn this advance, what’s the plan before i get banned?
go jackie chan, go tarzan, god d+mnit man!
do me a favor
let me take out my phone and film i swear i’ll delete the sh+t later
you know i got the drink by the gallon and homie we smoke by the acre
ain’t n0body leavin’ the party until somebody get tasered
it’s important i let my nuts hang
[hook]
i’m ’bout to let my f+ckin’ nuts hang (right on, brother)
donuts in the mustang (f+ckin’ right on, brother)
see how low my chain go (right on, brother)
sit back and watch me work my angle (f+ckin’ right on, brother)

[verse 2]
the next sentence is the truth, on my dad’s honor
i moved further from the bank so i could laugh longer
i don’t go nowhere without rollin’ with notaries
the host is pleased, parties like it’s ‘posed to be, with no police
ooh, this f+ckin’ place is a zoo, i’mma start actin’ a fool
might need somethin’ to shoot, pew pew, i be like “pew pew”
“shut the f+ck up”, my dad told me, uh, “you’re makin’ too much noise”
y’know what i’m sayin’, he whooped my ass, but that’s the reason the way i am
[?]movin’ a hundred percent of anything kinetically that’s ever been done in a minute
how many diggin’ i’m lovin’ if you [?] but i don’t even wanna rap like that
but i could if i act like that, said she never been hit from the back like that
i ain’t never made a little rap like that
get ’em hit in the head with a bat like that
[hook]
i’m bout to let my f+ckin’ nuts hang (right on, brother)
donuts in the mustang (f+ckin’ right on, brother)
see how low my chain go (right on, brother)
sit back and watch me work my angle (f+ckin’ right on, brother)

i’m bout to let my f+ckin’ nuts hang (right on, brother)
donuts in the mustang (f+ckin’ right on, brother)
see how low my chain go (right on, brother)
sit back and watch me work my angle (f+ckin’ right on, brother)

[outro]
f+ck it, i’mma loiter anywhere i want to
it’s been a drought but you should prepare for the monsoon
your favorite rapper don’t write, he’s a con dude
ha, that’s true
pookie baby
you know what f+ckin’ time it is, b+tch
it’s always my time, motherf+cker
completely relentless

- prof lyrics

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