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letra de on a tuesday - luh tyler

[intro]
turnin’ up on a tuesday, yeah
turnin’ up on a tuesday, yeah
lil’ b-tch gone off the d’ussé (xair, let me get that motherf-cker)
yeah, n-gga, what?

[verse]
we turnin’ up on a tuesday
and i got your b-tch gone off the d’ussé
i’m gettin’ paper, give a f-ck about what you say
take a n-gga b-tch, i’m in her mouth just like some toothpaste
i’m in a new coupe with a new b-tch
i’m goin’ stupid, we finna be too rich
they like, “d-mn, luh tyler, i cannot, that n-gga too lit”
take a n-gga b-tch and dog her out, just call me scooby
know i need my pockets fat, rick ross sh-t
i’m a boss n-gga so i need a boss b-tch
throw my dawg the sack, he gon’ randy moss sh-t
i’m drugged out, n-ggas know i’m on that raw sh-t
i gotta put my n-gga on, i can’t get rich alone
i had to cut lil’ mama off, i left that b-tch alone
white boy, he got that gas, look like post malone (yeah, yeah)
n-gga got the city turnt, we finna get it on (yeah, yeah, n-gga)
like, what it do?
this a bad yellow b-tch, this ho look just like pikachu
i ain’t f-ckin’ with these hoes ’cause they love to pick and choose
i ain’t chasin’ after b-tches, n-gga chasin’ after blues
better go and get some paper, get the f-ck up off the couch
when i open up my mouth and talk, n-gga, bling-blaow
see a n-gga comin’ up, she wanna join the team now
n-gga chasin’ after paper, yeah, we gettin’ green now
smokin’ on exotic gas, i ain’t f-ckin’ with no lean
baby girl, you not my lover, feelin’ like i’m billie jean
these n-ggas undercover snake, man, them n-ggas really green
n-gga hatin’ on me, probably livin’ what this n-gga dream
gas in a vacuum seal, n-gga, you can’t even smell
high as f-ck with dark shades on, you can’t even tell
kiki blowin’ up my phone, i let it ring just like a bell
doin’ magic in the booth, you’d think a n-gga writin’ spells (yeah)
but i ain’t writin’ nothin’ down
say i’m snappin’ in this rap, these n-ggas like the way i sound
n-gga headed to the top, no, i ain’t tryna see the ground
i just cut my b-tch off, i sent her to the lost and found
n-ggas chasin’ after paper, know we tryna run it up
when that check hit, n-gga, we gon’ put a hundred up
gettin’ hot up in the booth, got a n-gga burnin’ up
when we step up in the club, these n-ggas know we turnin’ up
like i’m playin’ with a ouiji board, i pull up in a ghost
i’m with lil’ justin turnin’ up, i got your b-tch front row
n-gga, we don’t need no kiwi, finna kick the front door
n-gga, this exotic gas, we smokin’ on that runtz, bro
know i’m snappin’ on this rap, i don’t gotta do no braggin’
and i got them racks on me, got a n-gga pants saggin’
had to cut the lil’ ho off, she keep doin’ all that naggin’
n-gga say they f-ckin’ with ya but they really out here flaggin’
[outro]
(yeah, n-gga, i don’t do no braggin’)
(yeah, she keep doin’ too much naggin’)
(n-gga, man, these n-ggas really flaggin’)
(yeah, yeah, ski)

- luh tyler

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