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tazzo b - brims in the spot كلمات الأغنية

{verse 1: tazzo b}

me and my guys gotta make it hot
callin up zah he gon create a block
heard that these folk n-gg-s talk a lot
bend my block and you catchin’ a couple shots
tryna spin back, you get laid too
tryna ball, yeah i wanna play too
tell your mans (?) stop chattin’
leave a hole in his face like a bagel
please do not run up get dun up
tryna play we gon melt you like b-tter
in the spot it was me and my brothers
only the real i can’t f-ck with no other
i remember them days in the summer
juggin and trappin them racks we gon run up
movin work he get torched for a come up
play my position im posted with guns tucked
and (?) keep talking get hurt too
keep jackin that and get put in the dirt too
if you throw up the l you get merked too
l up like (?) you get put on a shirt too
tazzo the b on the beat so they envy me
i count up the racks we got plenty b
i dont show no love or no sympathy
and your b-tch on my d-ck she a (?)

{verse 2: zah finnese}
zah b im back on my bully
my clip is on fully i know the opps hate me
run down with the 2 point 5 then i let 2 fly
my gun got no safety
they droppin the hat they dont move (?)
woo and blick is not really in the streets
(?) got left in the street there wasn’t no beef
i know the folks sick of me
(?) got booked now look they shook
and they ain’t toting no blickys
ain’t tryna run down these n-gg-s is clowns
and they ain’t dump when they seen me
me and ty flex spinning in ubers
(?)
operation b-tch ya’ll n-gg-s is losers
operation b-tch ya’ll n-gg-s is losers

[verse 3: knuckles b}
ill run up in all black, (?)
then i hit his -ss with the 4-mac
(?)
if he movin then we on that
and we all gdk cause you know that we all hat
three hits knock his ball cap
and n-gg-s say they touched me you know that its all cap
(?)
f-ck getting out the hood, im tryna touch the whole rack
4 deep and we all pack
we jacking qp so you know that we never lack
one shot and it hit his back
now everybody stone cold cause his boy ain’t have the strap
ebk you n-gg-s rat
now everybodys throwing (?)

{verse 4: ty flex}
gang, gang, gang, gang
bullets melt through his face like candle wax
(?) then you getting whacked
tell the kirk suck my d-ck when you getting back
woo and blick dont talk cause you getting slapped
when yall see us you better go chase em (?)
(?)
if he dead man down thats a headtap
we finish we left and he getting smacked
the glizzy all right ain’t no spinning back
spin the b or the (?) then you getting whacked
spin the block with the chop that dismiss you
got bullets in this chop thatll rip you
throw a (?) shoot his b-tch too
leave her dad layin down with a pistol
f-ck a issue, watch how i hit you
watch how i flip you
ty flex from the b side
yall know how i tweak i bend with like 3 nines
that chopper bullets
shots to his chest now his body walking
now his body talking
ain’t for the talk, have his mom blicking like (gdk)
do you remember me? you came to my block you got stomped with no arteries
you think im r-t-rded b?
this glizzy im toting might rip through your arms and knees
now its back to the street sh-t
i call up the bloods, i f-ck with like 3 crips
dont mention ty flex why the gun?
hold the big .38 to his lungs
keep on talking ima shoot him in his lungs
keep on talking ima shoot him in his lungs (gang)

- tazzo b

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