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jamwayne - dynasty كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
first of all, let me get a round applause for my dog
yeah, we train hard, work hard
we’ll fold your deck if you pull a card
no pull start, we stay crunk
and that junk in the trunk, get stay jumpin’
an arm bar, crate down like a sea clamp
got you in, no gettin’ out
no doubt with a bad ass b_tch
no disrespect when i say that sh_t
mama said, go son, tell her like it is
on the field you the umpire, call how you sit
see the will pyre, see the hard work
know i’m ’bout to knock your ass in the dirt
mighta train hard and all and that’s good for you
but in the octagon same sh_t occur
get real, get f_cked up
bonk them guns, and them guns get bonked
all up in your head, you was thinkin’ you are good and all
till i bust your head, and ’bout knocked it off
and you lucky dog, and that’s say the least
least you still alive, recovering
you didn’t die, your t_shirts will read
“i survived the beauty and the bama beast”

[chorus 4x]
this is epic, accept it
we on top like everest
our dynasty full of diamond chiefs
don’t lie but you respect it
[verse 2]
no caption, you can hear it clear
i’m the captain of this new year
my ship better steer clear
if you a shark baiter, might rod and reel
move heavy weight, that’s holy feel
get too close might bite your ear
move too slow, i can smell the fear
now that’s earnhardt behind the steerin’ wheel
braveheart like mel gibson
we at war so f_ck feelings
die hard, no demi moore
i fl!ck a ass, i’m bruce willis
you don’t really want it with us
crossin’ that line i snortin’ you up
you f_ckin’ with a league of elite
with a chief on the street
you a little engine wishin’ he could
wishin’ he would, i locked you up
screw your ass like elvis son
and i’m wearin’ gems, and i’m smokin’ blunts
we celebratin’ so fired up
passin’ around that slab
you about that ass, i’m johnny cash
that means i’m rock on, all blacks
sign autographs with her booty clapped
no b00by trap, or her titty suck
implants gon’ lift ’em up
you wanna dance got a flock of bros
that’ll fight for me like joan of arc
and that pour star we in it
i ain’t gon’ stop till we finish
after that we head on back to alabama for dinner
[chorus 4x]

- jamwayne

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