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lirik lagu tata (41) - see red

[intro]
grah grah (grah grah)
everything dead (b~tch, everything dead)
41 shots to the head b~tch (grah grah)
(on bro)
grah grah (everything dead)

[verse 1: tata]
how you dissin’? like 4 of yo homies is dead
i send one of my n~ggas, k!ll all of y’all n~ggas
i see a opp then i see red
with this pencil, fill em up wit’ led
bend through the opps, i’m tryna catch em rec’
how you smokin’ my dead and i don’t got no dead
they know my bop, mr. everything dead
she wanna come over, i left her on read
n~ggas p~ssy
i’ma veteran, n~ggas is rookies
big knocker, you can’t book me
walk in the party and i got em lookin’
n~ggas be runnin’ thеy mouth on the media
i run into n~ggas, yeah it’s lit
b~tchеs be gettin’ ahead of they self
ion’ care if you pretty, suck my d~ck, glah
i’m wit’ latto rollin’ up gelato
n~ggas p~ssy and opp n~ggas follow
they know it’s 41 ways to get paid
i got a baddie, she look like mulatto
with the legs drinkin’ henny, no chaser
b~tch is dumb if she think i’ma chase her
don’t wanna f~ck on bro i won’t make her
put the beam to his face if he pullin’ my paper
bri, boom that n~gga
uppin’ the what? remove that n~gga
i’m not in the politicin’ or the media
ain’t no talkin’ boom that n~gga
look
[verse 2: jenn carter]
i be geekin’, i’m totin’ a what?
shorty a thotty, she don’t give a f~ck
she be tweakin’, she shakin’ her b~tt
and that boy is a cheetah, the way that he run
he~he dumb, he a bot
b~tch on my body, she totin’ my gun
you run, don’t stop
you feel ahead and get sent to the sun
he tried to diss and we made em deleted
41 and we still undefeated
get on the scene, make it hotter than phoenix
michael jackson, she wan’t me to beat it
she a baddie and shorty conceited
i told her i love her but, i do not mean it
i be geekin’, i only see red
she like, “jenny you know that i’m fiendin”
you know i’ma keep me a tool
it stay right by my side, call me nicki minaj, d~mn
think he tough now he in a garage
rollin’ up while she give a massage
i’m too active, i told her to spot
he think he tough, he got shot on the block
please don’t try to be something you not
i’m like a chef and i’m stirrin’ the pot
he think he a demon, we showin’ no sympathy
like d~mn, bullets is slippery
i told n~ggas to get out the way
you and yo homie get shot in the face
i’m a demon, you cannot get rid of me
shorty a freak and the knocker i’m with
41, better stay in your place
like i’m wit’ tay k, i’m runnin’ a race

- lirik lagu tata 41

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