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letra de dunk - lucas wood

chorus:
young boy, no nba tho
still dunk like jordan, cause i got game yo
actin hollywood cause i’m shootin’ for fame yo
headin’ to the top cause you b-tches is lame ho
young boy, no nba tho
still dunk like jordan, cause i got game yo
actin hollywood cause i’m shootin’ for fame yo
headin’ to the top cause you b-tches is lame ho

(verse 1)
coming for gold now i’m on the run-up
l wooood yeah this is the come up
bars so cold they froze the sahara
mind so old, yeah i need to dum up
i’m growlin’ now, i’m wildin’ out
casual, don’t need to shout it out
crowding round, louder now?
came with a clan, call that shaolin style (wu tang)
might as well get fed bamboo
cause you p-ssies get pandered to
i just light the cannon (boom)
then drop the mic as i flip off the roooom (who is it?)
flip off the room (kick that sh-t)
yeah i kick off on tunes
stop talking about sky is the limit
’cause you already know that i live on the moon
(chorus)
young boy, no nba tho
still dunk like jordan, cause i got game yo
actin hollywood cause i’m shootin’ for fame yo
headin’ to the top cause you b-tches is lame ho
packin’ my case and i’m movin’ away yo
i’d say goodbye but you’ll see me again tho
actin hollywood cause i’m shootin’ for fame yo
headin’ to the top cause you b-tches is lame ho

(verse 2)
i’m too pacey, alphonso davies
you couldn’t catch me, let alone chase me
straight out the gates with my rhymes and i’m racing
we ain’t the same, double time and i’m blazing
usain with the speed it’s amazing (bolt)
dmc when i run, h-ll raising (oh)
if i run out of beat, no problem
just rewind the tape like the 80s
—
i said like the 80s the tape rewinds
got so many bars but i’m sipping fine wines
hit up the club’s n i’m skipping by lines
then i sit back, relax, taking my time
disposable notes from the cash that i’m makin
beats getting fried like rashers of bacon
you can’t be me we know that you’re faking
you can’t beat me on a track ’cause i’m dangerous
beats kick in n they wicked!
big bass i come with it!
when the boys ask you to control the aux you know this the sh-t that you pickin’
beats kick in n they wicked!
big bass i come with it!
when the boys ask you to control the aux you know this the sh-t that you pickin’, listen
(chorus)
young boy, no nba tho
still dunk like jordan, cause i got game yo
actin hollywood cause i’m shootin’ for fame yo
headin’ to the top cause you b-tches is lame ho
packin’ my case and i’m movin’ away yo
i’d say goodbye but you’ll see me again tho
actin hollywood cause i’m shootin’ for fame yo
headin’ to the top cause you b-tches is lame ho

(verse 3 -half verse-)
i’m movin’ too quick, you couldn’t mark me
i’m actin whalberg, i ain’t marky
i’m leavin’ my mark like a sharpie
y’all can shoot for the king y’can’t harm me (no way)
i’m an alien, like superman
no kryptonite, cause i’m through with that
1st single; homerun, then i threw the bat
now i’m advising you to stay back
when i’m rhymin’ cause i’m to good at’t
you’re like elmer fudd try and shoot the rabbit
but i’m too agile so i’m just laughin’
used to be lazy then i stomped the habit
i ain’t gonna stop till i’m livin lavish
danger on the beat, i been causing damage
see my opportunity and grab it
see my opportunity and grab itttt..

- lucas wood

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