Lyrics 3GÖRAN / BRUV MOMENT XII - Teletubbies

3GÖRAN / BRUV MOMENT XII

Brouu!
Listen to this fuckin' vocal sample
Oh my gosh, the fucking vocal sample
C’mon Bruh!
The vocal sample is hot sex
If we got beef, you get bunn (Baow!)
You salty like pickles but I don’t want none
Get chopped like tomato, fried like potato
You say you got bread but we got the dough
You crying like onion, free Göran like Bunyan
We got the cheese, we did it with ease
I’m going nuts not talkin' bout deez
Art lookin' saucy get bottle and squeeze
Pull up with the shank and a skeng like click click
Ching ching, baow baow
Pull up with a gat to them
Sit down have a nice chat with them
Back the back seat so the opps can’t see me
Through th window
Cuz they pop a mans head when th wind’s low
Step on the accelerator, cuz his girl I rate her
Make him disappear like Abra Cadabra
Getting jiggy wit it getting busy with a sticky innit
Make him shit it when I hold the blicky innit
You’re in the wrong section, this ain’t an erection, in my cargo shorts
Sensing some tension, now we hunt you for sports
Speak mandarin the way I ching the opps
Best call the cops
If you miss when you fire, your situation is dire
If we got beef, you get bunn (Baow!)
You salty like pickles but I don’t want none
Get chopped like tomato, fried like potato
You say you got bread but we got the dough
You crying like onion, free Göran like Bunyan
We got the cheese, we did it with ease
I’m going nuts not talkin' bout deez
Art lookin' saucy get bottle and squeeze
Don’t mean that I’m filthy, but I feel Iike I’m Frank
Ma' nema' chef, sippin' on drank
Rise up my ying, get in the bin
U cappin' and lyin' not talkin' bout king
I’m boutta go in, boutta head in
If I’m on the block, then I got my ching (Ching ching)
Main shoota' small, but he a rida'
Not a full burgah', call him a slida'
2009, man was like 6
I saw DeArti and got in the mix
2010, Qusay is leng
I got the gang, we not switching like Ben
2015, man was like 16
Smoke up with Shay Shay baked like a baked bean
Since 2000-summin' man with the bois
We got the loud and we makin' noise
If we got beef, you get bunn (Baow!)
You salty like pickles but I don’t want none
Get chopped like tomato, fried like potato
You say you got bread but we got the dough
You crying like onion, free Göran like Bunyan
We got the cheese, we did it with ease
I’m going nuts not talkin' bout deez
Art lookin' saucy get bottle and squeeze
Pull out my Glock, don’t miss any shots
Eating burgers all day, at night I smoke pot
I need to buy some liquor, man pull up to the spot
I got caught.
Red dot, sipping wine on a yacht
Moved to America with no cash
Got a job, door dash, I’m as fast as the flash
Got a stash of hash, Shaylin’s mustache
He drove my car nearly fucking crashed
Tryna find my path, haters feel my wrath
Man I suck at math, psychopaths take baths
Leaving my old life behind in the past
Should’ve known good things can never last
In the future shit won’t be the same
Money and fame, shit ain’t a game
Diet Coke sweetener, aspartame
I’m a lion that can’t be fucking tamed
If we got beef, you get bunn (Baow!)
You salty like pickles but I don’t want none
Get chopped like tomato, fried like potato
You say you got bread but we got the dough
You crying like onion, free Göran like Bunyan
We got the cheese, we did it with ease
I’m going nuts not talkin' bout deez
Art lookin' saucy get bottle and squeeze