Tarrantula
S.a.s.

Yeah, Benjamin, yeah, TerrorfermanDipset, Eurogang, S.A.S.nYeah, packs the pound, back 'em downnWe clattin' 'em bound, we spittin' on this bashmess soundnYeah, packs the pound, back 'em downnWe clattin' 'em bound, we spittin' on this bashmess soundnAiiiiyyyynnVerse 1nMega:nI know why the flow's tight, my jewelry is so brightnThat the chain light up the club, call it a strobe lightnLove to hate me but hate to love menFace it dummy, I'm makin' money (It's all fine)nYou spittin' for fun, I'm spittin' for fundsnAct like a prick and get bunnGet up and give you the runnMega's a G, I don't need that blingnSayin' that you better than me, that's a idiot tingnAnd I'm sittin' on low pros, you watchin' my Rolls gonSpit artic wind, yeah, brother my flow's coldnAnd when will you guys learnnI told you it's my turnnScar so smooth de gal dem think it's a sideburnnI get it to move, I never will losenNaw gent, for life, yeah that's right, don't g et it confusednRhyme wit' a accent, grind when you stack headsnHead gone, zip it up, wind to this bashmessnnHook:nThe tarrantulanTime fi di Massive come sing yan(S.A.S.)nThe tarrantulanDon't play with my style I might sting yan(S.A.S.)nThe tarrantulanYou waan me inject the bacterian(S.A.S.)nWe make yuh body gwaan stiff and yuh spine gwaan numbnNow come fi get somennVerse 2nMayhem:nYou can catch May' bunnin' a spliffnSpending them funds like he richnHey, I run with the Dips, gained a 100 of chipsnSo you know I got expensive tastesnAnd ends to waste to change the way the Benz is shapednIn fact, we runnin' a pace, bought you with guns on the waistnSkank and I'm done in the placenLike you got something to saynAct tuffy with the Dipset Shower GangnAnd boy trust me you get duppied in an hour mannBut F that, back to the dance, watchin' the chicks as they glancenWaitin' to take up a chancenUh, to make an advancenWe're them dudes that rock the icenAnd if you snooze then you lose, we caught ya wife, a'ightnWatch me, I'm so fly, clock how I roll byn95 percent of the time I'm in my mode highnMore drum and bass, we sampled and fused itnTo a all-day parade to carnival musicnnHooknnVerse 3nS.A.S.:nMega:nThey don't understand like I'm spittin' another languagenMira, I could either spit it in SpanishnShe like Papi chulo, you numero unonThe way she shakin' her culo might be gettin' duronYou have no prave, wind and panat menEven in the club these chicks wanna menagenSippin' too much Bacardi probablynI tell her Quieren no suave maminMayhem:nThis is for my men dem with accentsnAnd my afro-caribbean sisters winding in bashmentsnFoot pon shoulder wit' ya leg highnAnd oh yes, that says highnGot me stuck, red-eyenMy dancehall grinders, poor, young minorsnNow droppin' banks, poppin' champs, 4-1-9ersnAnd when the wrist gleam my forearms the sickestnI always keep it clean like Don Juan the BishopnBitchesnnHookn


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