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The Contender Lyrics - Singles - Gifted But Twisted

Well I got the sweet, sweet shit that make you go crazy 

Bomb-ass shit got ya feelin' kinda hazy 

I stay punk rock, miz it with the hip-hop 

Bounce in the low-low, better feel the shit drop 

With fifteen minutes to lay down the track 

You can't step to this shit cuz all your shit's whack 

And if a killer beat is pumpin' through your stereo 

Better crank this shit so the whole world can hear it yo 

And you can catch me sittin' chillin in a BK 

Munchin' on a cheeseburger, sippin' on a milkshake 

I do it cuz I love it, I love it when the beat drop 

And I love the fact that I never had a real job 

You're talkin' shit with critical eyes 

But I'll see you in an hour for my burger and fries 

Behind the counter with your paper hat 

While I get paid to live it up, what you think about that 

 

I'm the contender, I rock the party 

Catch me with your girlfriend when she's feelin' naughty 

I got the power, I got the skill 

Cocky as a motherfucker, dressed to kill 

And every single night we gettin' it on 

Rock the shit, let it rip and do another one 

These kids hang on every single word that we spoke 

Man fuck that shit, I'm still just a kid and I'm fuckin' broke 

 

I'm the motherfucker that's layin' down a fat beat 

Can't sit still cuz I'm addicted to the caffeine 

Still rockin' out for all the kids 

Still broke as fuck but I'm lovin' this shit 

I don't care if you front and hate 

Cuz I'm gettin' pussy while you masturbate 

You talk trach too much, you need to shut up 

Because you sound like a bitch homie, no one gives a fuck 

About your friends, your car, your daddy's cash 

What's it like livin' lif suckin' dick and kissin' ass 

When you hang around with your preppy friends 

Pointin' fingers, talkin' shit and takin' it in the rear end 

You think we're a joke but you don't seem to know 

We got these kids bouncin' all over the motherfucking globe 

Yeah we're gettin' respect, hell yeah for sure 

But I'm still white trash and I'm still fuckin' broke 

Are you remember?


Dog

Artist: Dada