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beku san & geo mafia - tap in! lyrics
[intro]
ayo, brody
[chorus: beku san]
tap in, shawty, 2k of a quota
i was rollin’ proud mary in that broken down corolla
yeah, coast runner, outnumbered
tired of feelin’ hopeless, yeah
[verse 1: geo mafia]
run out, we’ve been outside, yeah
shawty kinda like a million diamonds, in the [?], she’s seen my [?]
she like, “baby, why you got a [?]”, i said “wait till you see the garage”
i told the b_tch, don’t talk, i’ma f_ck that hoe
i can’t [wife that?], ain’t got no time
[?], i drop too long
other wise, i got [ate my face?], too godd_mn tired
f_ck it, the racks gon’ ball
[?] on the wrist, too crisp, ain’t talkin’ bout pie
[f_ck it?], the racks gon’ fall
you can’t talk about cash, you ain’t talkin’ bout nothing at all
tap in, f_ck that
i’m finna make this b_tch tap out when i put this d_ck in her jaw
[verse 2: beku san]
tap out, b_tch, [?]
but you love it when i put this d_ck deep in your walls
now i’m gettin’ snapchat, cashapp
that’s what you thought when we got involved
hеll nah, h_ll nah, she ain’t gon’ play me likе she played y’all
sent the b_tch my location, told her get busy like sean paul
uh, pullin’ in the sheets
scratchin’ tickets just to pay the lease
twenty on the threes, spent the rest on sh_t that i don’t need
dripped in fleese, brand new fee
brand new bag, [?] phillipe, uh
huh, huh, huh
buyin’ twenty_threes (twenty_threes)
seein’ through [?], i’m buyin’ ksubi jeans (jeans)
[tore the street?], hunnid angels on my sleeve
i got all this ice inside, it feel like i can’t breathe
[verse 3: geo mafia]
i can’t breathe, hold up
i had to catch my breath real quick
okay, pick ’em up, pick ’em up, get that b_tch
“man, you a b_tch” who the f_ck said that sh_t?
they never f_cked with the kid like this
[?], so we had to let that b_tch go
so many racks in the crip, had me lookin’ [?]
dislocate shawty’s spine, had to tear it up
on god, i ain’t seen her
d_mn, must’ve been john cena
hahahaha, what the f_ck?
[outro: beku san]
let’s not pretend, quit playin’
really him, tap in, uh_huh
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