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