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letra de tommy g - ak tarantino

[intro]
ayy, who made it?
[?] made it
ak f-ckin’ up the beat

[chorus]
i got the heat, boy, i stay in the street
you ain’t ever outside, where the f-ck do you be?
got a glock in the bush, and the cameras in trees
i’m on the side where it’s, “f-ck the police”
can’t come ’round, boy, if you ain’t good with me
if it ain’t good with me, it ain’t good with og
i push up with that choppa, it’s takin’ out t–th

[verse 1]
b-tch, i’m a menace, with that big ol’ choppa
it’s takin’ out t–th like a dentist
i push up a pole like i’m doin’ some fishin’
if he want the smoke, then it’s up, and we gettin’ it
that boy gon’ die, and be dead in a minutе for dissin’
visit your block like i was tommy g
if he diss on the ‘nеt, let the big tommy speak
and that boy is a b-tch, he don’t do what he preach
got the stick and the bulletin board like i’m ready to teach
i put one of my opps on a b-tch, so that’s who we gon’ reach
if he ain’t with his gang, we gon’ find where he sleep
put a big ol’ d-mn drum in his face like a beat
[chorus]
i got the heat, boy, i stay in the street
you ain’t ever outside, where the f-ck do you be?
got a glock in the bush, and the cameras in trees
i’m on the side where it’s, “f-ck the police”
can’t come ’round, boy, if you ain’t good with me
if it ain’t good with me, it ain’t good with og
i push up with that choppa, it’s takin’ out t–th

[verse 2]
i been on a whole lotta mob sh-t
lil’ boy talk sh-t, he can get beat with the mopstick
gotta really gas ’em, i be [?] while we k!ll ’em, doin’ nonsense
i got some green light shooters, he gon’ [?] nonsense
hit you with the mac, feel like a [?]
presidential caddy, [?] like i’m mike pence
hook ’em with a right hit, make ’em do five flips
man, i got some [?], i’m mike tyson
i push back his fifty, yeah
i’m about to hop out of the cut with new extensions, yeah
big bentley, what i’m whippin’, yeah
i put the chrome up to your dome and have you dippin’, yeah
quarter kilos in that bag, two bad b-tches be in my bed
yeah, you try to get that bag, but you don’t do enough
she said she left that dumb, broke b-tch, i know she knew what’s up
man, i had to leave that club, then came to shoot it up
i have two legal guns on me, i’m askin’ you what’s up
(slime [?] with the two liter)
(the dumb b-tch tried to [?] like he a rookie, huh)
[chorus]
i got the heat, boy, i stay in the street
you ain’t ever outside, where the f-ck do you be?
got a glock in the bush, and the cameras in trees
i’m on the side where it’s, “f-ck the police”
can’t come ’round, boy, if you ain’t good with me
if it ain’t good with me, it ain’t good with og
i push up with that choppa, it’s takin’ out t–th

- ak tarantino

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