Bentley Jones - Bandana-na-na | Текст песни

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• Bentley Jones
• Bandana-na-na

Wake up in the morning, what’s the deal with this face?
A great big honking zit and my hair outta place
I gotta make a move, I always got stuff to do
So I grabba-grabba bandana and everything is cool

(Na-na-na, na-na-na)
With my ban-d-dan-d-dan, ban-d-dan-d-dan
Ban-d-dan-d-dan – na

Heading to the gym, keep it cut, keep it trim
The ladies like the muscles so I gotta keep it in
My big red hair always gets in the way
So I grabba-grabba bandana and I can lift my weight, son!

(Na-na-na, na-na-na)
With my ban-d-dan-d-dan, ban-d-dan-d-dan
Ban-d-dan-d-dan – na

Hater’s jackin’ coz they’re smackin’ up my style
They ain’t seen me for a while
So they’re spitting all their bile
They be frantic coz I’ve upgraded my game
Now watch me put them all to shame
(Coz him drop it like this)

(Na-na-na, na-na-na)
With my ban-d-dan-d-dan, ban-d-dan-d-dan
Ban-d-dan-d-dan – na

White kid from the ‘burbs, never cool, never street
Never ever being down, always looking at his feet
Bandana, a tank – disbelievers gonna curl
I’m a muthafrackin’ pimp and I’m travelling the world

(Na-na-na, na-na-na)
With my ban-d-dan-d-dan, ban-d-dan-d-dan
Ban-d-dan-d-dan – na