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no fatigue – talk my shit كلمات اغاني

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[intro]
aye!
number 3
aye, aye, aye
tigue sh_t
heatwave

[verse]
they like tigue, “why you don’t f_ck with me?” (what?)
cause’ i don’t f_ck with no fake n_ggas (f_ck ya’ll)
i rather stand on my own and be solid, cause i’m really startin’ to hate n_ggas (facts)
you can sneak diss on the squad all day
but know that i ain’t gone’ play with ya (nah)
we can smoke you, get that fake out ya (yah)
forty’ll knock all that hate in em’
they don’t want us playin’ with poles
blowin’ at n_ggas, start playin’ with souls (ahh)
i’d rather be playin’ with hoes, bending her over, she put on a show (she nasty)
dance like a stripper, but i won’t tip her, just let her climb on this pole (aye)
won’t tell i love her, just tryna’ f_ck her, something she already know (aye, aye)
she like johnny, she clapping like bravo
no panties, she nasty, she think she [?]
she want a n_gga that lead, don’t follow (okay)
i wanna b_tch that’s real, no model (okay)
flyer than crypto
shine like a disco
that’s why them b_tch n_ggas p_ssed tho (mad)
i be to lit tho, best keep your b_tch close
i might sing to her like sisquo (thong, thong, thong, thong)
play around, headshots like the [?] (aye)
all them n_ggas, they fake, they all props (fake)
i be clean, i’m smooth, no bald spot (smooth n_gga)
you know wassup, i call shots (wassup n_gga)
it’s fge, we all hot (we hot n_gga)
i know you mad, cause’ y’all not (i’m not n_gga)
my flow sick, need cough drops (aye)
i’m gone’ do me, b_tch off top (whoo)
i look like cash money, mannie fresh whoa (whoa)
bling bling on a b_tch, watch my neck glow (whoa)
you alseep, on a n_gga, get your rest tho (yo)
i do me, i’m not worried bout’ the next no (no)
if a n_gga want smoke, we got the best smoke (smoke)
no rebound catch a shot, take his breath, whoa (whoa)
after [?], he gon’ die, he on death row (whoa)
f_ck his b_tch, need a mop, it’s a wet floor (oh)
p_ssy good, l!ck my fingers like the rest gone (aye)
then i’m on to the next, like the next song (aye)
grind mode everyday until my cheque long (aye)
on the road to success, gps whoa (aye)
aye, i know that you was a f_ck n_gga (fraud)
you don’t f_ck with fge, huh, i can’t f_ck with ya (squad)
i don’t do friends, that’s how my cousin died, i knew not to trust n_ggas (mmh, mhm)
seen n_ggas die since i was a youngin’, and i won’t become n_ggas (mmh, mhm)
i rather ride with that gun with him (whoo)
i’d rather up and let somethin’ hit em’ (brrr)
say he got heart, but ain’t none in him (none)
i see you frontin’, can’t f_ck with him (frontin’)
you know that we want that get back
shots hit his face [?] (ugh)
then i go chill like a kickback (ugh)
you ain’t my type, b_tch get back (get back)
take care of fam and get to the money, you know i’m with that (i’m with that)
if you ever did me wrong, b_tch, i won’t forget that (mmh, mmh)
i see n_ggas mimic the drip, aye, can i get my drip back?
and if your b_tch can f_ck with gang, just know you won’t get your b_tch back

[outro]
tigue sh_t!

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