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letra de "lil tjay" hazard lights - lil tjay

[verse]
bronx n-gga got lit, couple hunned millie so, clutching on a pole tryna go legit
my heart been cold ever since a jit
drip on my toes, louis v the fit
too sl!ck, one the greatest he can’t miss
run up n-gga bold, trauma got me swift
plus i’m on the road gotta keep a stick
benjis all in my pockets with a couple heads on my list
everywhere we on sh-t, feel a threat and bro gon fire off rip
why these n-ggas mad? probably bout a b-tch
while i’m popping tags, living how you wish
call it glass when a n-gga swish
we gon k!ll your ass when we see you slip
love the nelly like the rick, every time you see me i be in that sh-t
lambo engine it go “vroom”, all of a sudden, everybody on my d-ck
i don’t give a f-ck about a thot, like i give no f-ck about a opp
i don’t give a f-ck about a n-gga, and today i’m clutching on this glock
n-ggas in they bag, they be mad
jaytee bussin’ gas cause he gas, free that n-gga spazz i want see you crash
dummy i just laugh, cause he ass
for that sh-t he rap, cause he cap
ain’t no going back once its that
they want see me dead, never gave a f-ck, tell him “suck a cat”, come attack

[verse 2]
woke up, f-ck it on that bullsh-t
i was 14 walking with my full clip
i don’t know a opp, that can 10 toes down, say that i ain’t never pull sh-t
just a product running through them trenches
n-gga police out there hopping fences
got this money now and i’m relentless
was just feeding n-ggas on the benches
clutch so fly, numbers going up so high
rich so ima talk my sh-t, platform bussin’ hush no why
know these n-ggas mad, so mad, probably cause his b-tch on my
money got my wrist on bling
walking with this switch on die
[verse 3]
barely ever do the politicking push up on me, i’ma let my gun off
canceled booking n-ggas spun off, all the extra sh-t because you wanna run off
homie in the club, probably throwing dubs, i heard christmas you ain’t even hit your son off
i’m the type to slap a rapper or a streamer n-gga, f-ck round get you done off
anyway i’m rich i do the sh-t i wanna, tell him trench kid get the munna
n-gga tryna box cause he hot, last one tried some stupid sh-t i think he dumber
lotta n-ggas woofing, we know
keep that sh-t where ever we go
.40 get to dumping, i’ma have these n-ggas ducking like a desert eagle (oh)

[outro]
change ways i try, i try, i try (i, i)
sometimes i try, i try, i try (i)
roll in the sky, they force me to cry
know no letting up til they die-i
brrt

- lil tjay

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