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lirik lagu che & tana - faygo / you ain't shit

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[intro]
(ay, what these n~ggas on soldier?)
(swi~swishrr beats)

[verse 1: che]
young n~gga on some, i went on show
shoot from the logo, i’m in tahoe
put on the floor
in the lambo’, chat, got two top doors
boot just like a fro~yo
white tee and it came with a bullet hole
i got your b~tch, i ain’t with your hoe
hundred my wrist and this sh~t not gold
b~tch gon’ fold, just like a taco
in the street, pr~nto, pr~nto, pr~nto
my n~ggas snot nose, snot nose, snot nose
air ’em out, draco, draco, draco
dirty ass faygo, faygo, faygo
i know where you at, n~ggas just lay low
bullets go back, since you wanted a halo
she suck my d~ck, [?]
b~tch in my pants, and she your fans
[?], yeah it depends, ho
off of them drugs, b~tch look like tampons
big ass [?], b~tch on your kinfolk
and she on me, b~tch, she let me [?]
these n~ggas zesty, lil’ ass rental
draco on me, i’m in that benzo
she stuck with me, [?]
she stuck with me
[verse 2: tana]
young n~gga, my n~ggas snot nose
i’m with my motherf~cking slimeball
i can’t get out, i tell her adios
she get high, n~gga, like tekashio
knock his ass out, n~gga like [?]
f~ck plug be on? mia gotta lock it down
i’m on lil’ ho song, n~gga don’t play around
now she gon’ [?], yeah, that’s how the k sound
i just f~cked this b~tch so good
we need smoke, i roll a wood
what if we come to your hood? (to your hood)
and i’m with slime, and we winning
f~ck this hoe, i don’t want no feelings
i told big bro, i done did it
f~ck a headshot, hit your fitted

[verse 3: che & tana]
f~ck a headshot, hit your kidney
won’t let ex slide, i’m so silly
f~ck that hoe, i’m independent
find her up, like wheels spinning
f~ck your gang, i’m just kidding
a monster sealing, penicillin
i was in jeff class, b~tching dylan
i was just with my white friend dylan
i was just court, b~tch, i mean bool
house these n~ggas like [?]
i don’t want reminder
rick owen, yeah, n~gga, designer
this sh~t hotter than a pot~pie
b~tch, sit on my motherf~cking lap
this sh~t higher than a propeller
young n~gga smushed, the f~ck like professor
[verse 4: che]
i don’t wanna hear your confession, yeah
i ain’t tryna learn me no lessons, b~tch
i don’t even shop with no ecstasy (slide)
i’m tryna slide on your best friend (dive)
oh my god, what happened next? (yeah)
i’m tryna step on his vest


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