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letra de tsunami - joe young

[intro: 6ix9ine, gucci mane, & joe young]
joe young
mike rebel (gang), it’s gucci
what’s poppin’? what? no limit
yeah

[chorus: 6ix9ine & mike rebel]
(yeah) 6ix9ine on my face
i’ma shoot him in the face (what?)
i’ma shoot you, beat the case
put that n-gg- in his place (yeah)
that’s so real, i tat it on my stomach (what, what?)
that’s so real, i tat it on my stomach (what? yeah)
got these tats on all on my body (body)
tat for every hommy (hommy)
ridin’ with that tommy (tommy)
little wave, i’m the tsunami (yeah)
that’s so real, i tat it on my stomach (what, what?)
that’s so real, i tat it on my stomach (what? yeah)

[interlude: 6ix9ine]
yeah
sc-m gang
what

[verse 1: joe young & 6ix9ine]
i’m the o-n-e, n-gg-, j-o-e
n-gg-s out here really tryna be like me
tryna see like me, rock clean like me
true beam on me with the cream on me
but i keep it low-key ’til i d-i-e
should have practiced, got a stee i-d
on the backpack, you know i be
in the black range, you ain’t cold as me
on this rap sh-t tryna flow like me
all these ratchets, tryna blow like me
‘fore they clap sh-t for this d-o-e
all this trapping to the free ogs
on the flagship, n-gg-, g-o-d
kinda ratchet with a beam on me
got them gadgets with the lean on knee (what?)
can’t catch up, try to scheme on me

[verse 2: gucci mane]
it’s gucci
gucci, i’m so icy that i tat it on my face
got a ice cream cone match my ice cold chain (burr)
i’m just coolin’, bae
it’s gucci man and chu
if you ain’t come to f-ck then you should keep it movin’, bae
i’m getting a bunch of cash, that’s nothin’ new today
i hit the strip club, can’t tell you what i threw today
just bought a rolls-royce, i’m ’bout to paint it blue today
i tint my windows same color as my cartiers
and i just ripped the stage, wrote another page
i’m just a eight figure mogul that got out the cage (it’s gucci)
my hood so real, i tat it on my stomach
zone 6 but the choppas hold a hundred

[verse 3: mike rebel]
ooh, o.n.e like ne-yo
hollow when it’s comin’ just like cleo (yeah i do)
no, it’s not the migos (uh-uh)
talkin’ to the pharaoh, free my people
boy, that hood don’t look the same (nah)
n-gg-s still destructin’, they just took the chain
grandmama, she took the pain (uh, yeah)
buried all my uncles, d-mn the preacher paid (d-mn, he paid!)
d-mn them n-gg-‘s gettin’ paid
them boys on the corner, they ain’t sellin’ lemonade
police lock us in a cage (they lock us up, n-gg-!)
crackin’ k!llin’ n-gg-s just like renegade

[outro: mike rebel]
that’s so real, i tat it on my stomach
that’s so real, i tat it on my stomach

- joe young

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