Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Teflon Don, artist - Junior M.A.F.I.A.. Album song The Best of JUNIOR M.A.F.I.A., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.08.2016
Record label: Big Brother, Echo
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? |