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letra de tunechi (no ceilings) - dcth4g

[chorus]
(oh yeah)
yeah, i walk out this b-tch all black like a villain
i really sit back with this ice on my wrist and that sh-t feelin’ cold like a n-gga been chillin
that glock in the back really shootin’ ya folks, we shootin’ the gang, yeah, we makin a k!llin’
yeah, i’m f-ckin’ this b-tch and i’m leavin her ass, yeah i’m breakin’ her heart like i ain’t got no feelings
they countin’ me out, but i go to the top, yeah i feel like lil wayne, cause i ain’t got no ceilings, b-tch
know that i’m feelin’ like tunechi

[verse 1]
b-tch in the back and she shakin’ her booty
i pull up with that glock, n-gga, no call of duty
a n-gga ain’t sped, but i really go stupid
we put him to bed, my n-ggas, they shootin’
we put him to bed with the motherf-ckin mac’
thеy chop in the back really shootin’ ya hat
your b-tch in the crib and shе makin’ it clap
that n-gga a b-tch, that n-gga a rat
but that n-gga so small, yeah, he look like a mouse
i got ten bad b-tches all up in the house
yeah, you know i’m the goat n-gga, without a doubt
look at all of this money, i’m really gon’ count
n-gga, look at this money i just f-ckin’ made
i feel like i’m tunechi, i ran up a milli a milli a milli i really stay paid
i don’t give a f-ck what these f-ckn-ggas
sayin’ i’m doin’ this sh-t every motherf-ckin’ day
she shakin’ that ass when my music get played
she said, “turn that sh-t up” like go dj
b-tch in the back l!ckin’ d-ck like a lollipop
glock in the back, hit that boy, now he finna
drop
n-ggas they mad, cause they wack, and i’m really hot
cookin’ this b-tch, lil’ n-gga, i get the pot
yeah, my sh-t so godd-mn fire, feel like i’m weezy, i need me a fireman
these n-ggas wack, these n-ggas retire, man
you say you the best, lil’ b-tch, you a liar, man
i am not a human being, i’m a robot, look at my wires man
yeah, lil’ b-tch, i’m one of a kind
yeah, lil’ b-tch, i really stay high
my money so tall, n-gga, six foot seven foot, yeah
i’m stackin’ that sh-t for the guys
you play with the gang and that n-gga gon die
just like weezy f baby got money my mind, b-tch yeah, i got money my mind, mm-hmm
[chorus]
(oh yeah)
yeah, i walk out this b-tch all black like a villain
i really sit back with this ice on my wrist and that sh-t feelin’ cold like a n-gga been chillin
that glock in the back really shootin’ ya folks, we shootin’ the gang, yeah, we makin a k!llin’
yeah, i’m f-ckin’ this b-tch and i’m leavin her ass, yeah i’m breakin’ her heart like i ain’t got no feelings
they countin’ me out, but i go to the top, yeah i feel like lil wayne, cause i ain’t got no ceilings, b-tch

[outro]
know that i’m feelin’ like-
b-tch-b-tch, know that i’m feelin’ like tunechi

(yeah, i’m feelin’ like motherf-ckin’ tunechi)

- dcth4g

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