Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Teflon Don, artist - Junior M.A.F.I.A.. Date of issue: 24.04.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Teflon Don |
| Uh-huh |
| Cheec Del Vec, M.A.F.I.A., huh |
| 400 Entertainment, yeah |
| B.I.G. |
| forever, and ever, uh, yeah |
| Why you wanna test me, huh? |
| You better have your vest and your Teflon on |
| You fucking with the best of dons, supply coke in restaurants |
| Sipping Remy or Henny with ex-cons, huh |
| Why you wanna test me, huh? |
| You better have your vest and your Teflon on |
| You fucking with the best of dons, supply coke in restaurants |
| Sipping Remy or Henny with ex-cons, huh |
| I brought the 2 in, I’m heartless, next of kin |
| I pop your mens, leave 'em stretched out in the Benz |
| M.A.F.I.A. |
| style, kill your family and close friend |
| My bankroll, I make it hard to bend, I love to spend |
| Big haze while I’m getting head, I break bread everyday |
| So I can eat, hit them corners, park up the jeep |
| Since B.I.G. |
| died, I stay with the heat |
| It’s brand new and I didn’t even bust it yet |
| I got a check that I didn’t bust yet |
| I got a bad bitch that I didn’t fuck yet |
| It’s more clips to put in the TEC |
| Cheek Del Vec, I love rough sex, y’all know the name |
| I got the diesel in the hood, y’all know the gang |
| Junior M.A.F.I.A., niggas insane |
| Up to no good, we the same niggas |
| Ain’t nothing changed, niggas |
| Y’all trust me, us with the gang niggas |
| And a couple of olds, to the still fade |
| Why you wanna test me, huh? |
| You better have your vest and your Teflon on |
| You fucking with the best of dons, supply coke in restaurants |
| Sipping Remy or Henny with ex-cons, huh |
| Why you wanna test me, huh? |
| You better have your vest and your Teflon on |
| You fucking with the best of dons, supply coke in restaurants |
| Sipping Remy or Henny with ex-cons, huh |
| I slang 'til the death of it |
| Until my fingers start squeakin' |
| Blocks is cold, everything’s on the low |
| Like birds on corners, herbs, I’m wantin' ya |
| Don’t fuck with my kick, throw 'em on ya in ya face |
| Disrespect the whole character |
| I ain’t mad at ya, just in trouble |
| We coming at ya |
| The bigger they come, they harder they fall |
| We crew fighters, we brawl, crack your jaw |
| You can’t even speak no more, you’re scared |
| Can’t even walk the streets no more until I’m dead |
| You can’t hold the heat no more, can’t skeet no more |
| Try to run up on me while I’m in the store, you must be crazy |
| Now you lifting them daisies for real, uh |
| And every word that I say is real |
| Cock the steel, pop shots in your grill |
| Now you standing there looking stupid as fuck |
| You knuck huh? |