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letra de wit me - t-log

[chorus: t-log]
t-log never lack
#2up! that’s the tag
cruisin’, gas in the back, i know you feel me
yeah, you hoes can’t touch my swag
you know that’s a fact
now that i’m ’bout my bag, gotta keep it with me
yeah i keep it with me
now that i’m ’bout my bag, gotta keep it with me

[verse 1: kyba mohammad]
summertime, running lines
thumbin’ through bank rolls, baby, i know
you saying that you ain’t gon’ change
but what about if hoes done came
bagging up, stacking up
dummy moves crews ain’t follow my flow
something that i ain’t gon’ play with
these n-ggas don’t walk just say it
type of n-gga who don’t front
wiping n-ggas always fall off
touching chicken, not a gun
always on clock, never fall off
why do n-ggas claim and stunt?
something that i never got, bruh
why don’t you be who you are?
wasn’t trappin’ from the jump
i just get it how i see fit
now i’m living how i want
you can touch it if you seek it
if it’s real, it can be done
since i’m realer then a muh’f-ck
getting bigger by the day
getting hotter than the son, sun
n-gga just get out my way
[chorus: t-log]
t-log never lack
#2up! that’s the tag
cruisin’, gas in the back, i know you feel me
yeah, you hoes can’t touch my swag
you know that’s a fact
now that i’m ’bout my bag, gotta keep it with me
yeah i keep it with me
now that i’m ’bout my bag, gotta keep it with me

[verse 2: t-log]
t-l-o-g on the chorus, you know that lil’ b-tch gon’ get stuck in your head
pop out the top like some fresh toast, you know i can’t get enough of the bread
p-ssies, they all on my d-ck, and they talking too much, swear they ass is on ted
p-ssies, they all on my d-ck, and they always attack, don’t know how to defend
on the court i do not miss
servin’ these boys like a dish
b-tch, i stand taller than average, i feel like the turning torso when i swish
i cannot stop for a pic
i cannot stop for a b-tch
told her i only got time for the money, the music, i’m runnin’ this sh-t
shout out the boys, back in og
roll up with toys, like we some g’s
aim at your noggin, i cannot miss
bag up the loot, throw up them v’s
that was the time to be alive, yeah, sometimes i miss them days
it was a vibe, can’t even describe all of the hype throughout them days
from west to the east, now i’m back on the west
man i got a lot of sh-t that i put on my chest
i’m just tryna get a bag, yeah, i wanna be the best
i don’t really give a f-ck if you unimpressed
[chorus: t-log]
t-log never lack
#2up! that’s the tag
cruisin’, gas in the back, i know you feel me
yeah, you hoes can’t touch my swag
you know that’s a fact
now that i’m ’bout my bag, gotta keep it with me
yeah i keep it with me
now that i’m ’bout my bag, gotta keep it with me

- t log

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