Paroles de la chanson Sega par Action Bronson
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El doctore
Uh-huh, it's me, yeah-yeah-yeah, you already know
I smell danger (Smell it), and to that luscious aroma
Doggy dog, I'm no stranger (Uh-uh), the suede-will strangler (Uh)
Gold-hoop earring (Uh) with the motherfuckin' lightning bolt dangle (LT)
Coked up (Uh), moonsault off the top of the boat, Kurt Angle (Uh-huh)
Show up to the motherfuckin' award show, no doors on the Wrangler (True)
Life is a game (Uh-huh), when I wake up I hear SEGA (SEGA)
El doctore
Uh-huh, it's me, yeah-yeah-yeah, you already know
I smell danger (Smell it), and to that luscious aroma
Doggy dog, I'm no stranger (Uh-uh), the suede-will strangler (Uh)
Gold-hoop earring (Uh) with the motherfuckin' lightning bolt dangle (LT)
Coked up (Uh), moonsault off the top of the boat, Kurt Angle (Uh-huh)
Show up to the motherfuckin' award show, no doors on the Wrangler (True)
Life is a game (Uh-huh), when I wake up I hear SEGA (SEGA)
Uptown dancing to omega (Me), it's Baklava the savior (Me)
Silver bullet (Uh) cocked inside the chamber, won't fire with the laser (Uh)
Bitch, I'll fold and stretch you with black belt-level Roman Greco (Yeah)
Three hundred, three hundred and sixty degree spins in rentals (Uh-huh)
Under the Cranberry Club, we flee in the tunnel (Yo)
Bitch, I swing that big lumber (Uh), yeah, I'm out here doing numbers, bitch (Numbers)
I been here for fourteen summers (True), Christian McCaffrey with the running (True)
Jump in the taxi, gun in the stomach, another whodunit (Whodunit)
It's just those city boy blues with Miles on the trumpet
Silver bullet (Uh) cocked inside the chamber, won't fire with the laser (Uh)
Bitch, I'll fold and stretch you with black belt-level Roman Greco (Yeah)
Three hundred, three hundred and sixty degree spins in rentals (Uh-huh)
Under the Cranberry Club, we flee in the tunnel (Yo)
Bitch, I swing that big lumber (Uh), yeah, I'm out here doing numbers, bitch (Numbers)
I been here for fourteen summers (True), Christian McCaffrey with the running (True)
Jump in the taxi, gun in the stomach, another whodunit (Whodunit)
It's just those city boy blues with Miles on the trumpet
I'm that motherfucker you nah wan rump wit' (You nah wan rump wit', uh)
Muchas gracias, muchas gracias
¡Epa!, muy bien, un minuto
Me tomo uno y ya le sirvo a él (Sí, por favor)
Epa
Démosle al músico, al cantante que es el único que toma
Lo invitamos
Muchas gracias, muchas gracias
¡Epa!, muy bien, un minuto
Me tomo uno y ya le sirvo a él (Sí, por favor)
Epa
Démosle al músico, al cantante que es el único que toma
Lo invitamos
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