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(CHORUS) Truth or dare, For niggas that’ll shoot the square Yeah, Gortex, got a few pair Bust a move, make a shoe tear Take off your ear like a souvenir Swing from the chandelier Richard Gere with the gear Ric Flair Squeeze clips in the brisk air Split your pear for for the wristwear The kid is a pistolier Yo, diamond choker We binded up the ponderosa Islamic culture Put the copper in the toaster Pot smoker, push the Rover With the silent motor Mama, I’m vulgar My persona got the fly aroma Catch me on stage Rapping in Jamaican accent (Bombaclot) Bang a actress From Moreno to Anglo Saxon Display the axes Twin nickle plated ratchet Letras de cancionesThe rainbow roll is radioactive With a tramp, daddy gallivant Break the marrow like an aloe plant We came gallant in the caravan The Smith & Wesson be the mallet brand You tend to extend the olive branch All my niggas hustle digital scales, Cazals The fish scale, color Kevin McHale Lift the veil where the pelicans sail The black Mac 11 is held You either go to Heaven or Hell Motherfucker (CHORUS) Truth or dare, For niggas that’ll shoot the square Yeah, Gortex, got a few pair Bust a move, make a shoe tear Take off your ear like a souvenir Swing from the chandelier Richard Gere with the gear Ric Flair Squeeze clips in the brisk air Split your pear for for the wristwear The kid is a pistolier Tighten the knot Nights at the dock Shot at the livestock The top of the thermometer pop One monkey don’t make the show stop We plot over the stovetop Sip Coronas, lift the Dakotas With the shoulder stock Mozzola popping the pan Pop a clan, chop the tan The king’s head was propped on the stand Feeding at the garden of Eden I’m a heathen Two fifths of my bitch cleavage It’s the completion Scripted jewel I’m sitting by the pool Mate with the Goddess Light the chronic With a flame from a comet Plant the seed I’m limping like Willis Reed Move at a pimp speed to bend trees The theme make the triple beam lean Lit up a stick of nicotine Got me ducking ten speed in Benvarine Pin the text Pinky resting in crystal meth Tickle the trigger with the index, press (CHORUS) Truth or dare, For niggas that’ll shoot the square Yeah, Gortex, got a few pair Bust a move, make a shoe tear Take off your ear like a souvenir Swing from the chandelier Richard Gere with the gear Ric Flair Squeeze clips in the brisk air Split your pear for for the wristwear The kid is a pistolier From Letras Mania