Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tarzan, artist - PROF. Date of issue: 24.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tarzan |
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| Uh, fuck it |
| Get your fuckin' popcorn, bitch |
| I’m 'bout to let my fuckin' nuts hang (Right on, brother) |
| Donuts in the Mustang (Fuckin' right on, brother) |
| See how low my chain go (Right on, brother) |
| Sit back and watch me work my angle (Fuckin' right on, brother) |
| I’m 'bout to let my fuckin' nuts hang (Right on, brother) |
| Donuts in the Mustang (Fuckin' right on, brother) |
| See how low my chain go (Right on, brother) |
| Sit back and watch me work my angle (Fuckin' right on, brother) |
| I was the best even before the shit 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 fuck, you think I’m dumb too? |
| Certainly |
| Oooh, swaggy, sativa in the baggy |
| Bring your rubber gloves cuz it might get a little nasty |
| I’m gettin' lit on the nightly, pass the menthols and the Visine |
| Bout to get creepy and dicey, get this motherfucker hyphy |
| Can I let my hair down? |
| Can I let my nuts hang? |
| Not too much I care 'bout, 'cept maybe my Mustang |
| Damn this advance, what’s the plan before I get banned? |
| Go Jackie Chan, go Tarzan, god damnit man! |
| Do me a favor |
| Let me take out my phone and film I swear I’ll delete the shit later |
| You know I got the drink by the gallon and homie we smoke by the acre |
| Ain’t nobody leavin' the party until somebody get tasered |
| It’s important I let my nuts hang |
| I’m 'bout to let my fuckin' nuts hang (Right on, brother) |
| Donuts in the Mustang (Fuckin' right on, brother) |
| See how low my chain go (Right on, brother) |
| Sit back and watch me work my angle (Fuckin' right on, brother) |
| I’m 'bout to let my fuckin' nuts hang (Right on, brother) |
| Donuts in the Mustang (Fuckin' right on, brother) |
| See how low my chain go (Right on, brother) |
| Sit back and watch me work my angle (Fuckin' right on, brother) |
| 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 fuckin' place is a zoo, I’mma start actin' a fool |
| Might need somethin' to shoot, pew pew, I be like «pew pew» |
| «Shut the fuck 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 |
| 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 |
| I’m bout to let my fuckin' nuts hang (Right on, brother) |
| Donuts in the Mustang (Fuckin' right on, brother) |
| See how low my chain go (Right on, brother) |
| Sit back and watch me work my angle (Fuckin' right on, brother) |
| I’m bout to let my fuckin' nuts hang (Right on, brother) |
| Donuts in the Mustang (Fuckin' right on, brother) |
| See how low my chain go (Right on, brother) |
| Sit back and watch me work my angle (Fuckin' right on, brother) |
| Fuck 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 fuckin' time it is, bitch |
| It’s always my time, motherfucker |
| Completely relentless |