paroles de chanson Zant! Pt. 2 - Missing Texture

Ahahaha- he gon' show up and say "I got waters"
Here we go
Aye, boutta rant like Zant, diamonds on my hand
Got a couple pills I'mma pop 'til I land
I'mma small town star, big-big city bars
Red vest top and now I'm seeing stars
I need the dough, double entendre, knead the dough
One punched man, now his knee is broke
Why'd I punch his knee? You don't need to know, MT the GOAT
Aye, pushin' and pullin' like I'm on GitHub
Q-Quarter pound, no Mickey D, zipped up
I fuck my thugs, Young KA love
Still 1 outta 9, my Scout too tough
Got too many girls on my snap, real stressed
New girl up and left, who's next?
Said it before, I failed her test-ah
Still hurts that I can't cuff C- (Hush!)
Pop off like I sound off, know I sound odd
Bet my ex really missing my dog
G-Good god, what a good boy
Like ruh-row, she call me Shaggy
Will I call her back? No
Velma, gonna have all my sons
If your name Velma, call me please thank ya
Might drop a part two, say deuce, hang loose
Rake in all the money generated from my views
Moved in and kicked out grandpa
I ended up cuffing your grandma
She bakes me all the cookies I want
But we know the cookie I want-want-want
Catch me on a love quest, call me Chris-Chan
NPC side quest, raid the caravan, and-
Talisman strapped, boy, I'm between lands
And I'mma get in, I don't need a wrist band
Hold up, I'mma fuck ya bitch, I'mma hold her wrists down
Shego suck my dick, Shego out the door now
And I don't need no pretty bitch, got a mirror, wow!
If you talking shit and wanna run it up, blao!
Stay strapped up like mom fucking dad's ass
Straight A's, straight plays, baby I'm a class act
Caleb pass the rock, he ain't gonna get it back
Moved in with the boys now everything a blast
So I dropped a part 2, Zant payin' for my pad
I be fuckin' all these women, make their boyfriends mad
Leap frog a bad bitch, grab my pole, not a tad
I can't do this-
Put-put, hole in one, Ko, no cut cut
She let me fuck up, on her butt butt
Bittr glittr, everywhere on my gums
Big guns, poppin' on some big buns
I, kinda really want a gay son, say some? Might wanna smoke
, Like a joke, 'fore I taped this, saw a dude snort coke
Bro in the damn road, what the fuck is this track?
I don't even really know
Secured the bag and her cookie
Multiple times, I'm a dog, you see
Your granny wanted all the tea
So I boiled her water just like this beat, yuh
Boutta rant like Zant
So no more shout-outs in advance
We drove for, miles with no glance
I swear I need to change my stance
Oh god no
Boutta rant like Zant
A switch was, flipped I had no chance
So now I ponder who I am
Sometimes all you can do is dance
Oh god no