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cosantana - tighten up 3 كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(ayy, vlone you cooked this sh_t, n_gga)

[pre_chorus]
i’m on the block, i’m with the guys (i’m with the guys)
them n_ggas slide, they ain’t outside
i’m in the cut coolin’ with my slime (with my slime)
tryna mask up, said he tryna— (huh)
tryna mask up, said he tryna slide
can’t find the opps, why them n_ggas hide?
i just put a 3.5 in a backwood now i’m high
i just keep it real, everybody lie (yeah, yeah_yeah, yeah)
put it on my gang, this sh_t do or die (sh_t do or die)
f_ck with the gang, that sh_t suicide (that sh_t suicide)
f_ck with the gang, then it’s homicide (it’s homicide)
bullets made that n_gga die (yeah, that n_gga died)
now his momma sayin’, “why?” (she sayin’, “why?”)
bullets hit ’em in his back and that n_gga head, made his momma cry (made his momma cry)

[chorus]
hurt boy, tighten up
oh, i heard you hurt, boy, tighten up (b_tch, tighten up)
slide down in that car, we gon’ light it up (we gon’ light it up)
chillin’ with yo’ ho, she excited, bruh (she excited, bruh)
it was me askin’ where was ya? (where was ya?)
n_gga, it was me askin’ where was ya? (n_gga, it was me)
it was me askin’ god, “why?” (askin’ god, “why?”)
n_gga, it was me askin’ god, “why?” (me and god, why?)
huh, bullets spray in the air (yeah, in the air)
oh, that’s yo’ b_tch? i’ll pull her hair (pull her hair)
heard that’s yo’ mans, f_ck that n_gga
oh, he dead? i don’t care (i don’t care)
half a [keesh?], i don’t share (i don’t share)
n_gga, i’m a real one, b_tch, i’m rare (i’m rare)
one out of one type, i’m that rare (yeah, i’m rare)
say that he a big dog, i’m a bear (b_tch, i’m a bear)
huh, never [?], you swear? (you say you swear?)
you put a bag on who head? boy, i dare (boy, i dare)
[verse 1]
i’m not the plug type, b_tch, i’m a player (b_tch, i’m a player)
i’m at the top of the floor, the top layer (yeah, the top layer)
i make ’em sit down, lot like a chair (like a chair)
you said it’s smoke, it’s in the air (it’s in the air)
i talk to god, “answer my prayer” (answer my prayer)
i talk to god, count my blessings (countin’ my bless—)
i’m having motion, no, i ain’t stressing (no, i ain’t stress—)
blowing my mood, ain’t second_guessing (woo)
g_19, not smith & wesson (smith & wesson)
n_gga playing with me, ain’t learn his lesson (ain’t learn his less—)
n_gga playing with me, he ain’t ask his brother (ask his bro)
playing with me, he ain’t ask his mother (ask his mom)
one out of one type, not like he others (not like he oth—)
i know why his b_tch want me, we ain—
i know why his b_tch want me, we ain’t known no like each other (like each other)
he ain’t having no income, get it together (get it together)
he ain’t having no income, you gotta do better (gotta do better)
i’ve been stuffin’ them bands in my pants and my sweater (pants and my sweater)
i’ve been hoping that sh_t just brighten up (brighten up)
i’ve been hoping that sh_t lighten up (lighten up)
pray that these lil’ n_ggas going out bad
had to tell them lil’ n_ggas to tighten up

[verse 2]
oh, you hurt boy?
that’s my bad, you need to tighten up (need to tighten up)
that’s my bad, you need to tighten up (need to tighten up)
so much of them dark days, why the f_ck did it not brighten up? (hah, it not brighten up)
why the f_ck did it not brighten up? (it not brighten up)
don’t slide in that car boy, 556’s we gon’ light it up (we gon’ light it up)
223’s and we gon’ light ’em up (we gon’ light ’em up)
arp, we gon’ light it up (we gon’ light it up)
huh, where the f_ck my backwood?
you know d_mn well i’m gon’ light it up (i’m gon’ light it up)
i’m gon’ light it up
[pre_chorus]
i’m on the block, i’m with the guys (i’m with the guys)
them n_ggas slide, they ain’t outside
i’m in the cut, coolin’ with my slime (with my slime)
tryna mask up, said he tryna— (huh)
tryna mask up, said he tryna slide
can’t find the opps, why them n_ggas hide?
i just put a 3.5 in a backwood, now i’m high
i just keep it real, everybody lie (yeah, yeah_yeah, yeah)
put it on my gang, this sh_t do or die (sh_t do or die)
f_ck with the gang, that sh_t suicide (that sh_t suicide)
f_ck with the gang, then it’s homicide (it’s homicide)
bullets made that n_gga die (yeah, that n_gga died)
now his momma sayin’, “why?” (she sayin’, “why?”)
bullets hit ’em in his back and that n_gga head, made his momma cry (made his momma cry)

- cosantana

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