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letra de ttc - kwazii

westside
westside music
are you in the mafia?
there is no mafia
been runnin’ up and down the west district
makin’ money makin’ hits and sh-t
are we done for the night?

i was on the ttc feel like just last week
in some beat up filas (just last week)
tdot business
back in the west, hunnid gs all finished
b-tches won’t leave me be
i done pushed passed p
girl you cute but you’re k!lling me
you know how to trip me up the quickest
hoe moved cold on who
i’m the sickest
i must have connects for the flights
i done seen the world off a ticket
n0body owe you no respect gotta fight
and i’m down to go toes in protection of my image
god forbid a n-gga f-ck ‘round with my digits
thought about it now i’m really in my feelings
just looked over at this hoe and sent her home
i ain’t even touch a million
i don’t even wanna hit it
i was on the ttc from the west dt knowing that i’d be the richest
i was on the outs and now i’m in it like a british
wrist is looking p-ssed i got the district going tizzic
i could paint the picture but i can’t explain the vision
wouldn’t understand it if you don’t f-ckin’ live it
circle so small role call is specific
shoutout roy
shoutout stoli
shoutout astro
shoutout dizzy

okay let’s get to the gritty
phone jumpin’ silly
n-ggas sign a deal and think they puttin’ on the city
tryna lil bro me like they know me as a rookie
then when all the hype die down n-ggas hit me
yeah f-ck all that i got a hand full of 50s
throw a couple up and i could have these b-tches kissing
toss a couple racks and imma leave here in a triplet
n-gga if i throw it up it’s going down that’s just physics
i was on the ttc
ridin’ roun’ through the bs bumpin’ dirty sprite (true)
ogs sippin’ on syrup and ice
first time i ever had a perc i was fried
took two tryna rebirth the high
sellin’ out the v before i knew how to drive
you can make a move you don’t swerve it right
best believe a spliff getting burned tonight
if i catch a n-gga f-ckin’ with the stack
just a youngin’ even though i got it from my brother
i locked in when n-gga fronted me the pack
this is not a game i know that n-ggas get put under
beat the road a n-gga brought it right back
first time out in ella i was hungry i remember
called my mama said we made a hundred racks
went back home to the westside n-gga

- kwazii

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