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letra de gold teeth - prof

[hook: prof]
so atlanta
so atlanta put your gold t–th up, go to minneapolis where it’s cold as f-ck, and take that chance, ace that class…
so atlanta put your gold t–th up, go to minneapolis where it’s cold as f-ck, and take that chance, ace that class…

[verse 1: prof]
everybody knows i’ma k!ll ’em word for word
my words organize like a thousand satan worshipers
go to bed hungry, wake up starvin’
got an insatiable appetite, i beg your pardon
carcinogenic, arson develops a hard one
mc hard tongue, skateboard car bomb
headed up the artery, breathe
part of me thinks i should stop but i’m getting paid hourly
holy sh-t, just give me one chance
grab the game smash it down and take it to class
mc juggernaut, heavy as another jock
heavy as a levee that new orleans never got

[hook: prof]
so atlanta put your gold t–th up, go to minneapolis where it’s cold as f-ck, and take that chance, ace that class…
so atlanta put your gold t–th up, go to minneapolis where it’s cold as f-ck, and take that chance, ace that class…

[verse 2: prof]
and it’s never been the same since the day that my pops came
through the back door with his chip shoulder talking
put a match to it, see if it lights, see if it turns bright
see where your kid falls asleep tonight
and that’s the night where your son turns to a beast
a phoenix, i rise through the ashes, i feel complete
rub my hands together, put ’em to the flame
it’s cold up here, i guess that’s how you learn the game. (aahoohh no, no, no)
i’m only one tick away from the cage upstate, where my pops stayed
i’m only one step away from the sp-ce in the page where my pops layed
so leave me alone i’m at a critical point
king kong on the tight rope, something’s gotta give, man
a smart zombie, i’ll die young probably
see prof live
get tickets as low as $652
[hook: prof]
so atlanta
so atlanta put your gold t–th up, go to minneapolis where it’s cold as f-ck, and take that chance, ace that class…
so atlanta put your gold t–th up, go to minneapolis where it’s cold as f-ck, and take that chance, ace that class…

[verse 3: rahzweii]
don’t take, what your hand can’t fit
i’m in the middle of the circus, make a move you’s a b-tch (you’s a b-tch)
i’ll pull your skirt up, show the world you’re a little girl, put your work up, ha!
and i won’t’ play witcha, fill my tank and have your man’s brain shipped up
and shipped out, get the f-ck out my house
all you thug by choice kids know what i’m talkin’ about
i’ll work the swagger, miracle blade dagger
i’m in the manger trying to hold my anger
because i’m major (major, major)
don’t mean i’ll walk up to pick up and break ya
i’m not afraid of a lot of sh-t, beat my psychologist, she claims i’m too monsterous
i’ll take the heat for my actions, i’ll probably go to h-ll while i’m laughing

[outro: prof & razweii]
ahhh-shhhhh
yes, yes, yes
bp
bp we see you baby
minneapolis baby, atlanta
whatta do whatta do whatta do
you said that yourself, (no doubt) don’t need no help, (h-ll no)
35 w shelf
say, uuhhnnn-ahhhh, aah-aggghhh

- prof

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