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letra de sound of that tecc - skyte

[intro]
yuki productions

yuhhh, ay ay ay, yuhhh
yuhhh, ay ay ay, yuhhh
yuhhh, ay ay ay, yuhhh
yuhhh, ay ay ay, yuhhh
yuhhh, ay ay ay, yuhhh
yuhhh, ay ay ay, yuhhh
yuhhh, ay, yuhhh

[verse]
i’m ‘on be rich as a b-tch, i can’t settle for less
think bout the moves that i make, i’m in chess
down on my ass, i got put to the test
only real n-gga blood in my veins and my flesh
(brrrrr) oh, thats the sound of that tecc
got that aqua on me how i get that hoe wet
she want the meat, told her “show me respect”
that boy want some heat, man, i told that boy “bet”
uh, bet, uh, bet, uh, put the stick on it
shawty buggin’, shut up and just sit on it
took a pick of her ass and my d-ck on it
all this sh-t you just got on me, been on it
yeah you mad late
i’ma f-ck, i don’t care if her ass fake
you on yo ass at yo dad’s place
you a b-tch n-gga, you should go drag race (yuh)
tie that boy up in a hair knot (yuh)
run up on mе, n-gga dare not (yuh)
glock to yo face like an airdrop (yuh)
dry that boy off of thе tip [?]
dead n-gga, yeah he fell
i’m a bear breaking out the cell
i can go and get a n-gga whacked off, so i dare p-ssy n-gga tell (uh, uh)
(yuh, uh) do it (uh), go tell on me
that’s gone end with like 2 or 3 felonies
got a big booty b-tch and she ebony
i’ma stay on my sh-t ’til like 70
always on the look out for an enemies
n-gga stop tryna act like you bad ahh, i see through the fake, i know who you pretend to be (yuh)
i don’t got trust for n-ggas, b-tches give me a reason
she gon’ eat my d-ck up raw with no season
talkin’ down, we beat his jawn til’ it bleedin
i got pack, got your grandmama feindin
smoko g, i got that gas and i’m leanin
jujutsu kaisen, n-ggas jumpin and teamin
she gon’ plead me, yeah she beg for the s-m-n
yuki on the beat i had to turn to a demon
(yuh, uh, yuh, uh) it’s go time
dummies run up on me and they both die
i’ma need me 5 milli to cosign
roll a pack with my gang and i’m so high
ran this sh-t up from nothing in no time
the moment you think that you slither away, b-tch i come from your neck like a bowtie
i don’t know why, n-gga, but the flow right
and you a hoe ahh n-gga, better go die
got your bih blowin d-ck like a blowpipe
in the mouth, in the guts and it’s so tight
told a b-tch to turn me up no cochise
you a hatin ahh n-gga with no life
i can’t stop grindin, i stay on my sh-t, i be rappin that heat for the whole night (yuh, uh)

- skyte

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