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armani white - ttso. كلمات أغنية

[intro]
yeah

[verse 1]
b_tch, don’t talk too much, i’ve been up for the past few days (throw that sh_t on)
let the tough sh_t go when them young n_ggas had you phased (that’s what you do)
you throw that sh_t on, b_tch
i throw that sh_t on, b_tch, i
i throw that sh_t on, b_tch, i
i throw that—
ayy, i’m in them fashion wars (woo), back to mars (woo)
punk rock gang in a aston martin
a runway, i done f_cked half them broads (sh_t)
maybe next time, hit me for the casting call (ah)
like ooh, this lil’ b_tch tried to sneak a lil’ pic of the gang but the flash went off (i know ’bout that)
hack man took ’em where the packs ran off (woo)
’til the backend made it rain cats and dogs (shoot out)
n_gga wings too heavy (woah, woo)
godd_mn, my b_tch too heavy (yeah)
in a white house in my wraith, like who gon’ check me out this b_tch? (yeah)
i’ve cuffed so many akas, i know the steps she ’bout to hit
i pull out the wraith, go and grab my d_ck
one pic, then yes, we ’bout to dip, like brotha, uh

[refrain]
got you in your feelings out this b_tch, legend has it
blanco made a couple million out this b_tch, legend has it
y’all got hot then started chillin’ out this b_tch, and now you burnt
b_tch, you out there turnin’ all them legends habit, and i, uh
[chorus]
throw that sh_t on (b_tch, i)
i throw that sh_t on (b_tch, i)
i throw that sh_t on (hey, b_tch, i)
i throw that sh_t on (how ’bout a face?)
throw that sh_t on (a glock on the waist?)
i throw that sh_t on (b_tch, i’m out the way)
i throw that sh_t on (b_tch, i’m out the way)
i throw that sh_t on (out my way, way, uh)

[post_chorus]
i gave you my love, but b_tch, you did me dirty (yeah), dirty (dirty, yeah)
you see the steps, show these hoes don’t deserve me (yeah), deserve me (ayy)

[verse 2]
ayy, i got the torch, my n_gga (woo)
closest i get back home is the york, my n_gga (uh)
i’m tryna put the city on forbes, my n_gga (hey)
can’t do the sh_t from a porsche, my n_gga (ah)
if i liked ten pics, then of course i’m with her
ball on the b_tch while i’m courtside with her (ah)
it’s of course that she ain’t never had nice sh_t
’cause the b_tch start stealing all the forks i get her, it’s great
school as f_ck and with my youngin’ took a lunch
she already called her cousins, they gon’ set that n_gga up
she got it from me
was born in the back of a jeep
and that ain’t no bar, i could tell you the street
i been watchin’ them fly for like twenty_eight weeks
why the f_ck y’all worried ’bout me? like brotha, uh
[refrain]
got you in your feelings out this b_tch, legend has it
blanco made a couple million out this b_tch, legend has it
y’all got hot then started chillin’ out this b_tch, and now you burnt
b_tch, you out there turnin’ all them legends habit, and i, uh

[chorus]
throw that sh_t on (b_tch, i)
i throw that sh_t on (b_tch, i)
i throw that sh_t on (hey, b_tch, i)
i throw that sh_t on (how ’bout a face?)
throw that sh_t on (a glock on the waist?)
i throw that sh_t on (b_tch, i’m out the way)
i throw that sh_t on (b_tch, i’m out the way)
i throw that sh_t on (out my way, way, uh)

[post_chorus]
i gave you my love, but b_tch, you did me dirty (oh), dirty (oh)
you see the steps, show these hoes don’t deserve me (deserve me)

[outro]
new curfews in the city have been set to control the ongoing issue
the city of philadelphia has had enough with flash mobs

- armani white

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