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TENNESSEE TITAN

 

TENNESSEE TITAN


(I love The Hills)
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, straight up
Yeah, bands, bands, yeah

Real Chatt', Tennessee Titan
Real Chatt', Tennessee Titan
Nah forreal
Real Chatt', Tennessee Titan
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Real Chatt', Tennessee Titan
Real Chatt', Tennessee Titan
Real Chatt', Tennessee Titan
I'mma buy a tank, no limit
NASCAR racing, no license
Brand new Hermès from Venice
Chops that hit like trident
Enemies say I'm a menace
Drop a pin, dead like lightning
We could make racket, no tennis
Sled, sled, in the snow, I'm sliding
Lemonade, yellow
In that Hummer, I pilot
AP brighter than a Breitling
This year I'm goin for the Heisman
Yeah I'm Atlanta's finest
Want smoke, pussy boy don't try it
Hit Icebox just for the climate
[?] slurring my words
[?] Joe Biden
Off White hit like linemen
[?] Tim Tebow, linemen
Off White hit like linemen
Red [?], red [?] clouds
Xanny, baby, baby
Purple, naked lady
Drumroll please
Fifty hollow rounds
Checker, chess
Diamonds black 'n white
Muddy soda brown
Don't drown (Tec)
Big or lil' hype, either way I take 'em down
Lay 'em down, spray 'em down, we gon' spray 'em down
Choppa turn this ho to a ghost town
Choppa turn this ho into a ghost town
Choppa turn this ho to a ghost town
Choppa turn this ho to a ghost town
Bodies hit the floor, six below the ground
Rev up, do the race, hit the gas
See 12, get lost, do the chase
Drift right then hit that drag
Might giddy up, 458
[?] group by the case
Throwing up bandanas and flags
[?] lashes off her face
Nutting up on her ass
Hanging out tinted window
Five percent, can't see through that, in though
Cutting 'em off in traffic
Nigga like me feel like my [?]
Opps get treated like pimples
Nigga up all night, Jimmy Kimmel
Mud, lick, [?] hit
Gold plated FN
Five-seven, big stick
AA-12 hit
Y'all making noise? I ain't hearing shit
Y'all making noise? Nigga I ain't hearing shit

I ain't hearing shit
Shit, I ain't hear shit
Y'all making noise? Nigga I ain't hear shit

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