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sem ljung - dunga dinga lyrics

[intro: magikern, leif]
skrrh skrrh
yuh
skrrt skrrt
skrrt skrrt

[tag]
you’ve got mail

[verse 1: magikern]
big boys now cruising, big ol’ doinks and we never ever snoozing
can’t see me in a downhill
catch b+tches while i’m up+hill (up+hill)
so call me mr. underhill

might catch me riding by
life on the run, from some baton
all i do (?)
stealing silverware from the nearest fancyplace
red plates

where the ganja was superlaced
cops on my best supply lay low
and always pushing their demise
come by my nuclear power plant, with some gasoline
with some concentrated lean
and watch me glow never watch me shine
give me, another motherf+cking lie (lie)

[verse 2: leif]
skrrt skrrt

step on the scene
guns in the bag we got the machines
on a hill, getting baked with the team
leather chain on my neck cruising the street so clean (clean, clean)
so clean

i got many b+tches and their thighs yeah they super thick
that b+tch a birdie she takes likes for the d+ck
all my b+tches like chrome they come in with a few cl!cks
but i don’t have any b+tches schizophrenic

hopped up in the wraith
and i close the case
that b+tch gave me face
got road head gta (vroom vroom vroom)
road head like gta (gta, gta ay ay ay)

[verse 3: kronis]
hey amelia, rhymes with chlamydia
i guess that what she got when she smoked with the polish brah (d+mn huh)
s+xy droppy+toppy, asking for sloppy+toppy (sloppy toppy)
with an accent that make me wanna vomit+vomit (ooh)
hitting all my targets, bazooka kid is on it (pew+pew+pew)
proceed with caution, i turn these b+tches honest (turn+it)
flip phones, dip coke sh+t so boring (flip it)
trick hoes, f+ck and go i might just start snoring (zzz)

fell asleep on this verse, cover it with turf, used to be hurt
i guess i broke my curse
yeah i, guess i moved and surfed (yah yah)
guess i proved my worth

i guess i guess the test, the mechanics f+ck the rest
making shows we blessed making songs under press (press press)
spitting ‘bout the dressed (the dressed)
lifting up the depressed (yah)

- sem ljung lyrics

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