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letra de 22* - lil tecca

lyrics from snippets

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
oh

[chorus]
i’m on live, i can’t lie
yeah, free number nine
took my style, that’s a fine
took your b-tch, now she fine
mcdonald’s, can’t wine and dine
n-ggas tight like some ties (we love you, tecca)
b.b. simons, she say that i’m fly
but i been countin’ racks, yeah, your n-gga, yeah, he sad
f-ckin’ your b-tch, i know that he mad
i got her pregnant, oh, f-ck, i’m a dad
stealin’ my style, they callin’ me dad
boy, you a son, i know that you mad
i’m droppin’ the gas, i know that they flag
these n-ggas, they stalkin’ me like they fed

[verse]
i might just f-ck your b-tch in the bed
you sippin’ on purple, i’m sippin’ on red
[?] cowboy like a n-gga red dead
i go to cvs for the meds
b-tch, it’s classified, i feel like ned
all y’all n-ggas, y’all gon’ flex
oh my god, look at my neck
“where your chain?” n-gga, in the bank
got too many racks, i should buy a tank
your b-tch see me, impressed, she gon’ faint
don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, they all the same
your b-tch on my d-ck and she givin’ me brain
told lil’ boy, “stay in your lane”
’cause we skrrt off in that range
bro got the ar, it got range
she want me to [?] for the fame
she givin’ me neck, i don’t know her name
[?] want fame, but don’t know the pain
i got the drip, n-gga, like some rain
old n-gga gon’ fall off some rain
bro he leanin’, need a cane
i skrrt on the block, i think her name jane
i lay a n-gga like filet
she givin’ me neck, now she think she my bae
yeah, sike, b-tch
can’t get my number, gotta skype it
she givin’ me neck, she can’t get the pipe, b-tch
she say that, “you don’t care,” you right, b-tch
she say i’m the [?], i don’t write sh-t
she got me mad, she see that i’m typin’
but at the end, i don’t say sh-t
i know that she tight, we was just friends, b-tch
you can’t flex it, get a lil’ tec, b-tch
n-gga flexin’, you get hit with that tec, b-tch
flip a n-gga like a tech deck, b-tch
flat combo, can’t talk ’bout no [?] sh-t
they say that i’m different, i ain’t with that reg’ sh-t
speakin’ of f-ck sh-t, i ain’t [?], uh-huh
i see that you flexin’, i know what your [?], uh-huh
some of you n-ggas, y’all really got put on, uh-huh
[?] n0body, that’s only my mood, uh-huh
[?], i came with my shooter, uh-huh
bad b-tch at hooters, uh-huh
[?], uh-huh
now lil’ n-ggas wanna join the crew
you countin’ the green, i’m countin’ the blue
look at that, i just got the flu
and i just got one, i think i need two
went to the cashier, total $402
used a fake id, it say i’m twenty-two
it’s f-ck all you n-ggas, don’t mean to be rude
you say you want smoke, blow ’em like a juul
look at my neck, i’m really on my jewels
[?] for me
they say i’m the one, [?] right for me
you think your b-tch [?], she get [?] for me
i’m countin’ the bands, i feel like og
i stay with the splee, i stay with my team
your b-tch need me, she turnt to a fiend
i got the drip from head to feet
i got the drip from top to tee
overreactin’, you od
get out my business, you not v
look at my neck, [?] me
[chorus]
i’m on live, i can’t lie
yeah, free number nine
took my style, that’s a fine
took your b-tch, now she fine
mcdonald’s, can’t wine and dine
n-ggas tight like some ties
b.b. simons, she say that i’m fly
but i been countin’ racks, yeah, your n-gga, yeah, he sad
f-ckin’ your b-tch, i know that he mad
i got her pregnant, oh, f-ck, i’m a dad
stealin’ my style, they callin’ me dad
boy, you a son, i know that you mad
i’m droppin’ the gas, i know that they flag
these n-ggas, they stalkin’ me like they fed

- lil tecca

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