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letra de date night - house lindley, the legendary traxster & tia london

(tia london)
real dope b-tch i was born in the 80’s
running a play like i’m brady
you just too boring and lazy
i am still scoring like kd
real dope b-tch yeah they know i go crazy
you lil’ b-tches is babies
dopest out my generation if you want my time then you gone have to pay me
yeah
i go crazy i go cuckoo
im a g*nius but a screw loose
im a bad b-tch yeah like new new
getting brain in a new coupe
haitian blood that voodoo
run a chew-chew on your new boo
then we put that sh-t on youtube
we at n0bu eating noodles
diamonds look like fruit loops
all these new n-ggas look the same i can never tell whose’s who
trace my style yeah they doodle
but it always come out boo boo
on that dope sh-t thats the usual
on the money thats the usual
thats the

(traxster)
wait
these n-ggas still trying to clone me?
on the gram with some jewelry thats phony?
you still telling b-tches you know me?
still getting mad when your b-tches be on me?
i’m a gangsta you a goofy
you don’t like me n-gga shoot me
i don’t like you i put something on your head like a kufi
use to keep a bird around i thought i was snoopy
you scared but the dead only n-ggas ever spooked me
crack your head like you pookie
have your face looking droopy
don’t believe your groupies heard your album it was dookie
see how heavy that weight is?
d-mn n-gga shoulda just paid us (paid us)
guess i must be the greatest (yeah)
now i see why n-ggas hate us (yeah)

(tia london)
drip got a whole lot of flavor
serve your -ss up like a waiter
crib got a whole lot of acres
sorry but we cannot save ya
see through all the layers
i know you n-ggas is agents
i see through all the faking
i know you watching surveillance

(traxster)
i know you n-ggas is rodents
body gone turn up floating
im at the crib getting throated
gotta get paid if i wrote it
gotta get paid if you quote it
think we the same i’m insulted
this type of money can’t fold it
godd-mn my son gone be loaded

(tia london)
millions, trust fund
it’s still, trust none
date night, grammy’s
im his plus one
thought it was over?
un uh not done
3 deep, pari
we out in london

(traxster)
i took my wife to the louvre
you took your b-tch to the drive thru (whoa)
your b-tch gone talk to rude
my girl gone tell b-tches slide thru (whoa)
i go and get the sh-t done you just be saying you tried to (whoa)
you do this survive we do this sh-t just to vibe to

(tia london)
yeah
you already know it’s a vibe, you already know it’s a vibe
living this life, yeah its a natural high
one that i cannot describe
are you okay?
is you tweaking?
is that blood from your head is it leaking?
need a prayer? call a deacon

(traxster)
you don’t really want that action you seeking

- house lindley the legendary traxster tia london

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