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lirik lagu tay 600 – real shit

[verse 1]
look i was raised in the heart of the jungle
any n-gga try to pull my card we goin’ rumble
.45 get to ripping parts till he crumble
hating -ss n-ggas try to make me fall, i ain’t stumble
choppa sh-lls make a big tall n-gga tumble
my money talk, y’all sh-t just mumble
remember coach told me get the ball, i ain’t fumble
and i still answer when he call cause i’m humble
he talking beef sh-t, boy we got guns too
duck and slide through, get to blowing out the sunroof
put the beam on him, where the f-ck he gonna run to
we got macs, semis, we got drums too
posted up smith and wesson, you can come through
send a couple young bulls, to go hunt you
and they coming quick fast n-gga one, two
you the type to sneak diss over sh-t
i’m the youngin with the gun play from the six
broke -ss n-gga, y’all boys need a fix
p-ss that mac to a.b.e, call that a -ssist
hollow tips get to coming fast like a pitch
bunch of wild n-ggas on your -ss like a b-tch
see a opp lacking catch his -ss with a b-tch
now his -ss laying in the gr-ss or a ditch
jewelry on me, got these b-tches wanna cuff me
fn on me, dare a n-gga try to touch me
twitter woofing like the p-ssy n-gga want beef, slide up on him
now we up 3, that’s what i call a real war n-gga
got them sticks with us, all up on tour n-gga
i’ll leave yo -ss wet like a sh0r-, we them k!llers
where you sleep, where your door n-gga

[verse 2]
n-ggas rapping about streets but ain’t in it
ask about us la gang, b-tch we winning
running round in stolen whips, and they tinted
run into them at the light, now he finished
boy a b-tch gave me top, think she pretty
flood the block up, make him flip like a gymnast
got some n-ggas whip it, roll like a chemist
run around just him get him, pull him aganist it
i can never show a n-gga mercy
if i slide through again, i’m goin’ do you dirty
heard the n-gga talkin, like he goin’ hurt me
put shots up in him, right out the 30
all up in his back, they calling him curry
paramedics pick him up in a hurry, say what you goin’ do
i don’t got no worries, if a n-gga try to play he get buried

[verse 3]
coming where i’m from, it’s h-lla homicides
if you run up on me, let the ruger ride
a lot of n-ggas they be haters in disguise
i can see it, i just look up in they eyes
p-ssy talking sh-t like, i’m gone let it slide
choppas sic up on him, no they sleeping on him
if i got it on me put the feet up on him
leaking in the street then put them sheet up on him
40 clips up on him, 30 sticks up on him
i thought yo -ss wasn’t lacking, how they get up on you
talking like you bout it, better keep it on you
n-ggas get to clapping now they creeping on you
n-ggas think they cappin, cap don’t even know you

- lirik lagu tay 600

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