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letra de tazmania - reeseygotit

{intro}
neuewave
push the gas
hop in the coupe, i’m going too fast
speeding in the jag, hope i don’t crash
and i’m [?] around like my name taz
[?] on boof i roll the [?]
my haters get mad, i [?]
[?]
i love to flex, so [?]

{chorus}
push the gas
hop in the coupe, i’m going too fast
speeding in the jag, hope i don’t crash
and i’m [?] around like my name taz
[?] on boof i roll the [?]
my haters get mad, i make them [?]
[?]
i love to flex, so i’m gon’ flex
[?] blue cheese like i got fat
vip’s and private jets
you see vv’s [?] to some checks
don’t rock no [?]
your time is up, ’cause i got next
i put the pieces on my neck
now i look likе i need s-x
{verse 1}
i know that this lil’ hoе [?] i gotta make your that you understand me
i’m finna fly to miami
[?] j-pan and the horizon expanding
shawty geekin’ off an addy
[?]
back to her place and you know that we smashing
[?] then i’m [?]
we cannot kick it, joe jackson
give me one night, then i got to blast off
beat down her back with a passion
connecting a plug [?] and you lagging
and i’m flyer than aladdin
stop cappin, you ain’t have it
i just made 3 hoes tongue kiss, so i guess i’m [?]
strapped up, get to clapped up, if you dead broke, rob [?]
bullets split his noggin
he got hit up that [?]
blood splat everywhere, look like [?]
[?] suck my sh-t, and n-ggas [?]

{chorus}
push the gas
hop in the coupe, i’m going too fast
speeding in the jag, hope i don’t crash
and i’m [?] around like my name taz
[?] on boof i roll the [?]
my haters get mad, i make them [?]
[?]
i love to flex, so i’m gon’ flex
[?] blue cheese like i got fat
vip’s and private jets
you see vv’s [?] to some checks
don’t rock no [?]
your time is up, ’cause i got next
i put the pieces on my neck
now i look like i need s-x
{verse 2}
we cut the top, went off in the coupe
[?]
i ain’t never had to [?], my n-ggas [?] if you talking
if you want smoke let- let’s spark it
got bape all in my carpet
my whip, no key to start it
[?] r-t-rded
boy, don’t come to my crying ’bout problems
if you was a real n-gga, you would’ve solved it
you ain’t the president, you not in office
she suck on my d-ck, and then she get to coughin’
she [?]
[?] i ain’t takin’ no loses
[?] how he move, ’cause he gotta be cautious
i remember how shorty used to do me back then, now she can’t get love ’cause i’m up and i’m ballin’
made this one hoe wait for d-ck, now she tellin’ all her friends the d-ck was awesome
my b-tch don’t go to work, i could go to work, i guess i’m the bossman
kelly clarkson
what doesn’t k!ll you gon’ make you stronger
and i’ve been ballin’ like black mamba
sheck wes, mo bamba

- reeseygotit

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