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tata – cuz we did (original version) كلمات اغاني

[intro: tata]
four shots to the head (tray, tray, traybvndo)
yeah
it’s mr. everything dead
d_mn, d_mn, d_mn
grrah (grr, baow)

[verse 1: tata]
i’m off the lean, and some percs (perkies)
like d_mn, shawty a flirt (d_mn, d_mn)
she be ready no matter the time, we gon’ go to the back, i’ma lift up her skirt (i’ma lift up her skirt)
in the stu’ and i’m posted wit’ drew (drewski)
double m, n_gga, i’m wit’ the flous (flouski)
and this b_tch told me that she in love, not just with me, she in love with the crew (she in love with the gang)
car_cartier frames i’ma shoot through the lens (grr)
i’m the demon, this block we bend (d_mn, d_mn, d_mn)
up to heaven is where he get sent (that n_gga get sent)
like, sh_t get sticky i pass it to trend
on_on the beat n_ggas know i’ma tweak
like d_mn, shawty a neak
like d_mn, shawty a freak (like d_mn)
i’m tryna see what she do in them sheets
like, i’m tryna see what she do in that bed (facts, facts)
ebk, n_ggas heard what i said (d_mn)
and brodie might slide, like sled (skrrt)
no outside clothes on my bed, b_tch
don’t wanna f_ck, i want head, b_tch (d_mn)
d_mn, aim at his head, b_tch
make sure he’s dead (b_tch)
these n_ggas know mr. everything dead (mr. everything dead)
d_mn, d_mn

[chorus: tata]
off the drugs, i be gettin’ a rush (like, bro)
on my way to the top, in a rush (in a rush)
and she tryna have a conversation, i don’t wanna talk to you, i wanna f_ck (i wanna f_ck)
like d_mn, i wanna rump (i wanna rump)
if that boy run, he gon’ run out of luck (gon’ run out of what?)
yeah, he sayin’ he on court’, but he suck
like, red beam on the gun, i’ma dump (grrah, baow)

[verse 2: kyle richh]
like, i can’t f_ck if that b_tch is a munch (no)
need a baddie to tote on my gun (like, what?)
f_ck_f_ck a title i’m tryna have fun (like, d_mn)
don’t wanna love, ’cause we still young (we still young)
graah, too many b_tches, but i want one (i want one)
you a thot, i can’t give you my energy
but for my baby, i’m lettin’ it dump (b_tch)
if you want me, then say it, like, we grown, why the f_ck is you playin’?
and i got a thing for you too, but you would know if you picked up the phone (graah, graah, graah)
and i fell in love with your moan, hand on her face i’m in love with her skin tone (like, d_mn)
i’m with sheik, give a f_ck ’bout your boo, need a baddie to shake up the room (d_mn, graah, graah, graah)
(why does everybody think we f_cked?)
like_like, d_mn (like)
’cause you makin’ it hot (like)
and i cannot f_ck on a thot, i’m smacked, it’s two more hoes in the spot (graah, graah, graah)
my baby jamaican, i pull on her dreadlocks
and these n_ggas dissin’, deadpop
f_ck oy, lil’ dot caught an headpop (d_mn)
[chorus: tata]
off the drugs, i be gettin’ a rush (like, bro)
on my way to the top, in a rush (in a rush)
and she tryna have a conversation, i don’t wanna talk to you, i wanna f_ck (i wanna f_ck)
like d_mn, i wanna rump (i wanna rump)
if that boy run, he gon’ run out of luck (gon’ run out of what?)
yeah, he sayin’ he on court’, but he suck
like, red beam on the gun, i’ma dump (grrah, baow)

- tata

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