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letra de i had to - izaya tiji

[intro]
mm-mm

[chorus]
shocked, gave him zippy-zap
the glock gave him tippy-tap
you switched up, you flippy-flap
i’m geeked, this sh-t trippy-trap
she leave me, ain’t sh-t for that
@ me? yeah that’s band for band
no he don’t wanna go rack for rack
my baby wanna go to j-pan

[verse 1]
lets go, anything you want ’cause you bad
i [?], you can’t even be a friend
my n-ggas spin like they use [?]
what these n-ggas talkin’ bout? don’t even make sense
she so f-ckin’ hot, that b-tch rare
thought she was [?], she just wet
them boys tryna rob, i’m so dead
[?] blew up on yo’ head
and i ain’t a doc’ but just heal
i’m cuttin’ that n-gga right off, he just fed
p-ssy if you got a problem then just say it
just slimed that n-gga [?]
i don’t even know how i got success
the red beam look like a dot on his head
smoking on what? she smell like a [?], i’m leaving a [?] wherever i walk
my homie got shot, i was in my car, he almost got popped in the parking lot
n-ggas waiting for next like a parking spot
yeah look where you’re at, that’s the darkest spot
i’ll leave a n-gga flat like a fly, he swat
no money in your pockets, you broke, in pov’
broke ass n-gga couldn’t buy sodie-pop
yeah i switch on some of my homies ’cause i had to
[chorus]
left him shocked, gave him zippy-zap
the glock gave him tippy-tap
you switched up, you flippy-flap
i’m geeked, this sh-t trippy-trap
she leave me, ain’t sh-t for that
@ me? yeah that’s band for band
no he don’t wanna go rack for rack
my baby wanna go to j-pan

[bridge]
i’m drinking by the beach with my toes in the sand
i ain’t trippin’ ’bout a b-tch, i won’t tell you again
i got money now, mama i can’t fail you again
i’m looking at these n-ggas like being broke is a trend

[verse 2]
i f-ck her right in the shop, she get choked
yeah, these n-ggas be [?] these n-ggas be [?]
i’m eating so f-cking good a n-gga getting swole
i’m getting huh, getting fat like lucki
i don’t taker her on no dates, she suck me
she cheatin’, know her ah’ a ho
fat cop couldn’t chase me, that boy tubby
[?] b-tch just jumpin’ on d-ck like ruby
said she wanna get stuffed up like a teddy bear
chop the top, i’m shedding hair
[?]
i don’t f-ck with the crowd, it’s dead in here
i’m running it up [?]
sitting here high as f-ck, a n-gga got lazy, yeah
you just here to f-ck and you couldn’t save me, huh
blowing me up, they tryna inflame me, huh
these n-ggas be tweaking, they tryna take me, mmh
[outro]
mm-mmh
f-ckin’ switch up on some of my homies ’cause i had to

- izaya tiji

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