Royce Da 5'9 - Ding! Ding! | Текст песни

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• Royce Da 5'9
• Ding! Ding!

Bell rings

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Yeah turn me up a little bit

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First verse
I like to say I specialize in rhymin you recognize in time
I train till I'm in pain I exercise my mind
I effortlessly write my weapons with me tonight
So please be aware of them walk up in the fight club
With 8oz white gloves and leave with red ones
Mood swing with the beat as soon as prem prepares one
Pick and choose my punches walk away with minmal lumps
Piffin then the ryhmeer vocal booth in trunks
Back you off me like a boxer
Nigga I overuse the drums they call me travis barker with chopper
Knock away your tooth do the rockaway for them
I will raise your roof rest in peace to Proof
He's probably rollin over in his grave
Niggaz posinin his name the misfortune of the fortune and the fame
I'm too coky to hit five nine and prem
The new rocky and mick the dollar signs go DING
Preme Cuttin

Chorus
This is where your heart at
Something you don't wanna battle with
As if you don't notice
Damn I'm great
I don't like no fake niggaz
This is where your heart at
Something you don't wanna battle with
Damn I'm great

2nd verse
They say this is a wise old profession
So my flow is my whole confession
I rhyme like a ??????? code compression
You go away like swellin
When pellents from the throwaway is yellin
At you now the door to hell or heaven
Set me up I know you thought about it
That means I gotta wet you up
And I ain't talkin with no water bottle
Sit outside your house creepin
Come out and ugh spit out your mouth piece
And I'll skeet out to south beach
Fuck yo talent I'm never goin down I'm a stand up guy
Yes I'm up for the challenge up cause of balance
Through tyin my shoe strings together when I was young
And bustin the cannon
Your life is spun the fight is done
You've been iced out by the nicest one
And I ain't talkin about Jaccob and Johnny the jewler
I'm talkin about lettin the fakest hear the sound of the rouger
What you know about that I know all about that
Me and Tip feel the same seein tips feel the brain
Is like watching a movie but I aint make those
I just make the credits roll after I'm olver stone
The pedestool you stand on me I'ma flip you
Pit bull put your hand on me I'ma sick you
It's true you not so hard I'm sensin you puss
As soon as you drop your guard in comes the hook
Preme Cuttin

Chorus

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