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letra de tied in - mia jay c

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[intro]
(mia jay c)
green light boys
shoutout my bandcamp
(you cut up on this one, jay c)

[verse 1]
last n-gga hated on me, man, it’s probably ’bout a b-tch
lotta n-ggas in my way while i’m tryna get rich
pour a four for a time, when a n-gga ain’t had sh-t
now we drivin’ fast cars and the b-tches on our d-ck
i’d tell you ’bout that road, but you never sold sh-t
you gotta watch out for these phones, ’cause them b-tches all clipped
i got n-ggas doin’ time, i gotta get us all rich
if you gang, you tied in, ain’t no getout in this sh-t

[chorus]
twelve hundred for the ‘bows, get ’em gone, i get some more (more)
trickin’ off these b-tches, give a f-ck about a ho
i-75, i got that load, i see them boys on patrol
ain’t no glocks up in them stashes, i got them b-tches on my clothes

[verse 2]
ridin’ ’round with a switch
i ain’t tryna pop a perc’, b-tch, i’m poppin’ sh-t
[?] just poured up some wock’, i just copped some trish
don’t make me call leek up, he’d pop your b-tch
i just ran up some racks and i blew it fast
me and score in that scat, he just did the dash
last n-gga ran off, brodie blew his ass
n-ggas hit me with the pack, they know i move it fast
bc, glb, b-tch, we worth the millions
the biggest loc in the streets, i can make ’em k!ll you
know i’m the voice when i rap, i can make ’em feel it
put them pints in the trap, i can make ’em seal it
[verse 3]
i just doubled up my cup ’cause i like the feelin’
last n-gga ran off, i’ma make him feel it (bah, bah)
hoes all in the trap, hide ’em in the ceiling
n-gga say he’s burnt out but i’m still hittin’
i just made a quick five, spent it all at lennox
n-ggas ain’t really wifin’ ass, they only washin’ dishes
you can catch me with gob, but bandcamp my n-ggas (for real)
hit they block with the chop and spin ’til they dizzy
leave they block so silent, hear a dime drop
all that internet thuggin’, now you signed out
this ain’t no regular faygo, a four a line of pop
and these n-ggas play it feds, they some crime stops

[chorus]
twelve hundred for the ‘bows, get ’em gone, i get some more (more)
trickin’ off these b-tches, give a f-ck about a ho
i-75, i got that load, i see them boys on patrol
ain’t no glocks up in them stashes, i got them b-tches on my clothes

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