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tata – drid كلمات اغاني

[intro]

yo [?], what the f_ck?
(like, everybody shot)
yo call jay, call jay
(like, everything dead)
(suck my__) grrah
like (glah glah, boom b_tch)
everybody shot

[verse 1: tata]
he tried to run and he tripped he a dummy, ya’ homie got shot and took it on a bummy (like)
n_ggas be internet demons, i catch, i’ma cut em’ and pull out his stomach (grrah grrah, boom)
ain’t no leg shots, i hit medulas
teach em’ a lesson, i back out the ruler (grrt, bow)
got a lightskin b_tch, she a cougar (grrah grrah)
ain’t no lackin’, i stay wit’ my rooga, b_tch (grrah grrah, boom)
don’t run, don’t trip, everything deady n_gga, suck a d_ck (b_tch)
n_ggas be talkin’ on me, ion’ care, cause my n_ggas in line put ya’ man’s in a spliff (d_mn)
brodie be buggin’, he run, he get clipped (grrah)
thought it was sweet, i put signs in the fl!cks (grrah grrah, boom)
gotta move tact’, on bro he a b_tch (d_mn)
movin’ funny, i aim at ya’ lip (d_mn)
he tried to run, caught a shot to the head
ayo wayne, i’m smokin’ ya deads
when i hopped out the v, they all fled
they know my bop, mr. everything dead (everybody shot)
like, i’m in the slime for real (everything dead)
n_ggas they die for real (b_tch)
so bum, n_ggas never do nun’, play wit’ my n_ggas we sliding for real (grrah grrah, boom)
they call me bardi, i’m in carti, wit’ the legs gettin’ dead of bacardi (d_mn)
when i’m wit carter n_gga, it’s a party, f_ck ya’ b_tch and i’m not sayin’ sorry
she tell me she love me, i said, “are you serious?”
like jay said, “you get shot if you curious” (b_tch)
oh you 41k? like how? n_ggas be p_ssy like, don’t make me furious (grrah grrah, boom)
[verse 2: kyle richh]
i’m fast, fill em’ wit’ ligaments
how you 41k? like what?
you not a ooter, don’t shoot on our drill wit’ us
d_don’t run b_tch, dump that gun (grrah grrah grrah)
once we slide, ran on foot (like what? like what?)
li_like what? put the d_ck in her throat (grrah grrah grrah)
sh_she a baddie, she cuffin’ the chrome (grrah)
he_he try to run, put a shot to the dome (gang gang gang)
she a thot, gun in her b_tt (glah)
dead off the migos she fiendin’ to rump
dotti got slapped and got put in a blunt
and free all my brothers, ain’t see them for months (grrah grrah grrah)
i’ma g b_tch, i swear that i’m clutch (grrah)
what? who that? new opp in the runt (grrah grrah, boom)
spot em’, we got em, we turn em’ to runtz
what? run down, he get turned into dust
li_like what? clap that sh_t
up when i black, don’t run don’t trip, like what?
shots way too clutch, can’t miss
i got a knock wit’ a beam on this b_tch, what?
ass fat, sh_t got a bounce
i’m on this sh_t that y’all cannot pr_nounce
like, she a thot, she be breakin’ it down
run down, put the beam on his crown
[verse 3: dee billz]
d_don’t run, d_dont trip, like, got the knock on my hip
if he run up then i’m flockin’ this sh_t, like, pop it, lock it, droppin’ this b_tch (grrah grrah, boom)
[?] strech you (like what?)
and my ooter, i send em’ to send you (grrah grrah grrah)
he run up, get erased wit’ this pencil (d_mn)
and it’s still free the guys out the pen too (gang gang gang)
how you see me and i ain’t see you? (like what? like what?)
wanted to ask? boy you shoulda threw (n_gga you dumb)
that was me, i woulda’ sent a few
like, ball like hamidou (gang gang)
bro might up it, he clearin’ the party (on bro)
and she mean but you know she a barbie (gang gang)
i might hit it then dip, girl i’m sorry (like what? like what?)
i might park her, not talkin’ [?] (like what? like d_mn)
i get heavy, she feelin’ it still (grrah grrah)
bro a zombie, he dead off the pills (grrah grrah, boom)
toss the heat, i might give em the chills
she recordin’, i tell her to chill (grrah grrah, boom)
i’m like brady, throwin’ in the field (d_mn)
he tried to run, caught a shot to the back (d_mn, d_mn)
and his dad is up in this pack (grrah grrah grrah)
love my body, i could never lack (grrah grrah, boom)
on her body_ody, throw it back, like, shawty be the strap (b_tch)
ootin’ through the coat, shorty up it through the f_ckin’ mat
[?] spin through, bend through in a u_haul, like
glocky_ocky too strong, like
hit it wit’ my shoes on, like
[outro]
grrah grrah grrah, like
everything dead, b_tch
d_mn, 41 shots to the head
everybody shot, everything dead
41, 41_41

- tata

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