lirik lagu tmg zayzo - llc remix
[chorus]
play wit 30s, techs, & drakes that typa sh~t it turn me on
please don’t let me up this pipe because my demons take control
and when these bullets hit yo body all yo soul gon’ do is roam
i can’t argue onna net, that’s where my business don’t belong…
we drop a window make you shake and feel the heat out
when it’s cold
for jesus sake don’t make mistakes, and grab a plate to whip the stove…
stack that money till you can’t because yo pockets feelin’ swoll, i got hard and i got white it’s supa clean it look like snow
you a bop, can’t be my wife because you put sh~t in yo nose
he fuss and fight then talk to pillows man that really ain’t my bro
i totted pipes and risked my life for all them nights to up a score
starved some nights, it wasn’t right until i went and grabbed a bowl
[verse 1]
n~ggas always suppa tough, get in that jam and they gon’ fold
this all facts don’t needa cap cus i done seen the sh~t befo’
lil cous a demon he move sloppy so i call dat n~gga joe
he like 15 he love to fight that’s why i let em’ tote the pole
body bagged call it a wrap they put a tag up on yo toe
do no talking, grab my d~ck and started sucking that hoe bold, tmg till i’m 6ft , but i’m sure that you n~ggas know
don’t needa mask to do a drill, don’t got no pitty for a soul
diss the dead, we want yo head mt come kickin’ down that door
spunt the block and sent some shots to prove i don’t be cracking jokes
catcha body then roll out don’t needa tell me where to go..
go yo way and i go my way we just gon’ meet up at the loke
[bridge]
you go yo way, i go my way
we just gon’ meet up at the loke
i take my take you take yo take
if he get greedy cut es throat
[chorus]
play wit 30s, techs, & drakes that typa sh~t it turn me on
please don’t let me up this pipe because my demons take control
and when these bullets hit yo body all yo soul gon’ do is roam
i can’t argue onna net, that’s where my business don’t belong…
we drop a window make you shake and feel the heat out
when it’s cold
for jesus sake don’t make mistakes, and grab a plate to whip the stove…
stack that money till you can’t because yo pockets feelin’ swoll, i got hard and i got white it’s supa clean it look like snow
you a bop, can’t be my wife because you put sh~t in yo nose
he fuss and fight then talk to pillows man that really ain’t my bro
i totted pipes and risked my life for all them nights to up a score
starved some nights, it wasn’t right until i went and grabbed a bowl
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