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letra de lil tjay freestyles on flex | freestyle #108 - lil tjay

[verse]
i wish my bro was here to see me grind
i wish i had a chance to talk to him just one more time
fake n-ggas takin’ over, real n-ggas hard to find
so i keep a nine, we both got it like he dropped a dime
it’s rules to these streets n-ggas must respect
n-ggas talkin’, they be lyin’ to you, flexin’, i’m f-ckin’ vexed
i touched down in a new jet
i got some diamonds on my body, reason why these n-ggas upset
i got some money i ain’t touch yet
i got some b-tches with a nice lil body i ain’t f-cked yet
i got some b-tches in my crib
and that’s my bad, i was slackin’, they should find out where i live
’cause i’m somebody, n-gga’s n0body
these n-ggas, they be talkin’ ’bout me, they don’t know ’bout me
i keep the pole on me, i can’t slip, run up on him, he gon’ dip
i got the four fifth, we gon’ spin right up in that whip
we go spinnin’ through the third, we gon’ spin up on your side
everybody, smelly drive, call my brothers, they gon’ ride
we gon’ run up in your crib, open up and get inside
n-ggas talkin’ crazy, right up in the kitchen they gon’ hide
ain’t n0body gon’ survive when i pull up with the nine
i ain’t playin’ games, bullets comin’ right for your spine
bullets right for your eye, i’m just hopin’ that you die
i just want to see you dead, we don’t need the opps to lie
see his momma cry, homicide, bottom line, spittin’ off the top
used to serve up on the block, i’m servin’ knocks
i remember in the kitchen, we was tryin’ to whip the pan
n-ggas talkin’ ’bout me, they don’t even know ’bout who i am
now n-ggas upset, i gotta went and get this bag, i ain’t up yet
i was early mornin’ on my grind tryin’ to get these dollars
these n-ggas talkin’, i ain’t never been a f-ckin’ scholar
and i been in school, go to math, go to cl-ss, gotta get these bags
n-ggas they be talkin’, you was broke, then we gon’ cut your -ss
cuttin’ cl-ss, i was in the hallways and the staircase
these n-ggas, they be talkin’, i’ma show you i ain’t fairway
i’ma shoot you in your face, sh-t i’m gon’ shoot you in your eye
i’ma shoot you in your tooth, i’ma shoot in your neck
n-ggas talkin’, i might have to go and shoot you in your vest
if you run up on me now then i’ma shoot you up in flex
i ain’t playin’ games, i ain’t sayin’ names, i ain’t tuckin’ chains
[?] totin’ big things
i ain’t playin’ games, when we ride n-ggas gon’ hide
i said n-ggas gon’ hide, hot nine
and now spittin’ right off the top
remember when i was spittin’ right up on the block
i said i had to light some candle for my n-gga smelly
you run up on me, got some shots right for your belly

- lil tjay

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