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NACKMANCOLETRANE

de Estee Nack

[Intro]
If you watch pro-wrestling, you know Jim Duggan
He is a legend, he won the first ever royal rumble, in WWE history back in 1998
So you watch him on TV and you think "That Man looks really tough" but is he really tough?
I mean, it's kind of an act, right? What is he really like?
Well, now we know
Earlier this month, Dugan was with his wife at home, in the country in South Carolina
They heard a man bangin' on the door
Then the man burst inside Duggan's home, said he was gonna try hiding, he was tryna hide from other people that were tryna kill him (Griselda)
Then Duggan grabbed the man and threw back out on the porch and then got his .44 Magnum with it until police arrive
Kind of an amazing story

[Bridge]
This next level hard, son (Oh, yeah)
See?
You got you man 'cause nobody else gon' do it
Cop the [?] and Louboutin's, you know what I'm sayin'? (The world lackin' courage)
Mhm (Diction, know what I'm sayin'?)
MGT, GCC (What's the vibe, son?), you know?
Tradin' units pass yams, son
Ayo (Degrees, bruh)

[Verse]
Man droga (Word)
Tigueraje con pila de cotorra (Slang, son)
Splash a codeina in the Country Club soda (Splash!)
Hulk Hogan days, we're sellin' cracks on motaroller (Boo-boo-boo-boo)
Hoes vote us in the house of rap, told ya, he the soul controller (It's us!)
Burn the Pistons on both [?] (Vroom!)
Smack a whole five, Bornaparte, the show promoter (Fuck outta here!)
Broke or sober? (We here, huh?)
It's in the coffe, won't expose a odor
Cuddy need a gram just to hold 'em over (I held 'em down, son!)
Ridin' Peter Pan with over yola in the tub (Aha)
Duffle bag, money out the Brinks truck, double back (Safin' ten)
Swallow package, might lose your life
Runnin' fast, had a nightmare that I was pumpin' gas (Oh, shit)
Woke up to a gold battery tablet (Trap!)
40 after 40, moved the whole pack gradually (Ching!)
Sleepin' on the couch with shillin', I have sold half of ki' (Aha)
Rest in piece to Big Shilla, had me flowin', rappin' (Big Shaquilla!)
Moor Street, legendary jazz fans blow they pipes (Boaw!)
Trife bitches holdin' ice, take no advice, rollin' dice (Head crack)
Pole lights, keep it cold as ice (Woo!)
Young niggas movin' fast, need to slow they lives (For real!)
Big wings, fuck around and fumble
Couldn't control they vices, niggas pickin' up habits like motor bikes (Ah!)
They ain't catch it the first time rhymin', you gotta quote 'em twice (Ad-lib!)
Them Deuce Trey niggas know they nice (They nice, man!)
Son
Nastina bitch go Nack Daddy, Dino, Desert Eagle size of Danny DeVito, Demi Lovato, Dom Debo (X-rated)
Don't sleep upon your own people (Uh-uh)
Roaches and seagals, we roll deeper than the post people, son
See no and hear no evil (I don't know shit!)
En la 42 [?] (Oh!)

[Outro]
Woah! Boom, nigga (Hahahahahaha)
Oye!

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