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letra de power - jenn carter & tata

[intro: jenn carter]
gang, gang, gang, n-gga
i said ta in the spot
kr in the spot
(good job, sho)
hear that fendi? (21st-century schizoid man)
gang, look, grahh, grahh

[verse 1: jenn carter]
tata, he gon’ up it, he feenin’
i be buggin’, i feel like i’m dreamin’
she be tweakin’, she want me to beat it
we do it so often i don’t need a weekend
she be buggin’, don’t need me no s-m-n
i’m all in her tummy, she know i’m a demon
and the za’ got me buggin’ and leanin’
my eyes is so low, you would think that i’m sleepin’
doomsday, say shoot like a laker
she a baddie, say she from jamaica
shoot while i’m faded like this sh-t a tape-up
dead presidents all in my papers
if it’s beef, we gon’ up that
ain’t no peace, we disrupt that
she a freak, in the sheets
shorty geeked, she gon’ rush that
call me, “baby”, she think i’m a rugrat
i’m a demon, so you know i can’t cuff that
shootin’ like tatum, know dee, he gon’ dump that
on your block, make it hot, where your gun at?
worried ’bout clout while you worried ’bout dividends
f-ck around, we gon’ knock off ya fitted cap
worred ’bout b-tches while we worried ’bout presidents
dummy boy, you don’t shoot like the mavericks
[verse 2: tata]
don’t get me tight, i call dee, he might clap at you
shorty toxic, i don’t like her attitude
i’m gettin’ money, why would i be mad at you?
brodie might spin, turn your name to an avenue
she want my snapchat, me and bro was creepin’ thru the trenches, i be havin’ flashbacks (good job, sho)
yeah it’s hot outside, it’s time to act bad (21st-century schizoid man)
bro got the rock ’em open, tell ’em, “pass that”
me and bro gettin’ deady, yeah i’m ready
i tell jenn, “bring the jenny”, she ready
she call up the legs, they want party with jenny
tell me i’m cute, she wanna take a selfie
they say i got issues, he think it’s sweet because i’m little
i hit ’em, he sees i go dumb with this pistol
yeah, they say i’m so drippy and [?], so they losin’ they sickness
it’s beef, heard, slide to his mother house
open the door, put the gun in his mother mouth
i ain’t have n0body, had to thug it out
walk in the spot, and i swear that they frotin’ out
it’s beef, heard, slide to his mother house
open the door, put the gun in his mother mouth
i ain’t have n0body, had to thug it out
walk in the spot, and i swear that they frotin’ out

[outro: tata]
run up on me, get shot if he what? grahh
(21st-century schizoid man)

- jenn carter tata

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