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letra de tom brady - lil nuu

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[chorus]
don’t talk on murders, when we slide, sh-t go commercial (phew-phew)
we want the tops off, wanna hit you where it hurt you (fah-fah)
my shorty’s slidin’, steamers hop out, they gon’ murk you (yea)
he caught a body on the band, before his curfew (d-mn)
we pop out, switch it up (yeah)
you know we keep one up (go)
we got no glizzys tough (tough)
we got them b-tches out (you know)
you know we can shoot it out
ain’t sh-t to talk about
should’ve took another route (dumbass)
lil’ boy, he died for clout
[verse 1]
them n-ggas say they up (what?)
them n-ggas know they lyin’ (yea)
them n-ggas dissin’ me
same thing as suicidе (bah)
i think i’ll f-ck this b-tch
i know i’ll hurt his pride (d-mn)
she call my phone, trippin’
shе say he out his mind
but i can’t save no b-tch (no)
i’d rather hit a l!ck (cmere)
i heard he got them bricks (cmere)
me and foenem gon’ blitz
you gotta take a risk or be broke as sh-t
they know i’m hoodrich, they know i’m die [?]

[chorus]
don’t talk on murders, when we slide, sh-t go commercial (pheww)
we want the tops off, wanna hit you where it hurt you (fah-fah)
my shorty’s slidin’, steamers hop out, they gon’ murk you (bah-bah)
he caught a body on the band, before his curfew (d-mn)
we pop out, switch it up
you know we keep one up (we up)
we got no glizzys tough (no)
we got them b-tches out (take it out)
you know we can shoot it out (cmere)
ain’t sh-t to talk about
should’ve took another route
lil’ boy, he died for clout
[verse 2]
throw yo’ mask on, turn yo’ phone off
let that switch off (r-rahh)
help that sn-tch off
if you ain’t suckin’ d-ck, b-tch get lost
i’m like tom brady, these n-ggas randy moss
and my broski shootin’, you know i gotta toast
i’ma die fo’ mine, ain’t tryna take a loss
she think her man a k!ller, i know her man a b-tch
if he get in that jam, i know her man a snitch

[chorus]
don’t talk on murders, when we slide, sh-t go commercial (phew-phew)
we want the tops off, wanna hit you where it hurt you (fah-fah)
my shorty’s slidin’, steamers hop out, they gon’ murk you (yea)
he caught a body on the band, before his curfew (d-mn)
we pop out, switch it up (yuh)
you know we keep one up (up)
we got no glizzys tough (tough)
we got them b-tches out
you know we can shoot it out
ain’t sh-t to talk about
should’ve took another route
lil’ boy, he died for clout (dumbass)
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