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letra de my migos - taleban dooda & rees money

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[intro: taleban dooda]
(sephgotthewaves)
don’t know what’s goin’ on
don’t know what’s goin’ on
it’s just runnin’ through my head, this sh-t here makin’ me sick, uh, uh (hozay beats)

[chorus: taleban dooda]
i don’t know what’s goin’ on
it’s just runnin’ through my mind, this sh-t here makin’ me sick, uh, uh
i don’t know what’s goin’ on
it’s just runnin’ through my mind, i think is this really it? uh, uh

[verse 1: rees money & taleban dooda]
like f-ck what you sayin’ (f-ck what you sayin’)
my migo just hit me, he told me that he got the sand (he got the sand)
i drop the location, then he come pull up in the van (van)
ain’t no sleepin’ on money, my n-gga, we run up them bands (run up them bands)
got murder on my mind, my n-gga, i’m feelin’ like melly (free melly)
we spin on your block, my n-gga, then jump in the chevy (skrrt)
my n-ggas too cut for this sh-t, might need a machete (machete)
i’m paid in full, but n-gga, my life like belly (like belly)
i been through some things, but i don’t think you ready

[chorus: taleban dooda]
i don’t know what’s goin’ on
it’s just runnin’ through my mind, this sh-t here makin’ me sick, uh, uh
i don’t know what’s goin’ on
it’s just runnin’ through my mind, i think is this really it? uh, uh

[verse 2: taleban dooda]
i say, hola, my migos
you know i’m strictly ’bout my biz, only focused on pesos
but they tried it, so we had to make a f-ck n-gga lay low
he had to suffer, so we stuffed his -ss just like a burrito
he was lackin’, we swiss cheesed his -ss just like he a cheeto
and i ain’t even have to do it, boy, you know i got squeak though
show no remorse, f-ck how you feel, that go for you and your people
the youngest of the bunch, but you’d never know it, i’m evil
and they label me a felon, so meet this desert eagle
i walk so light with this chopper
only ’cause you wanna be bold, now you gotta see a doctor
a party p–per, we might pull up to your party with choppers
chopper do spit with a lil’ kick, i don’t plan on playin’ no soccer
i think i might need a guitar, sometimes i feel like a rockstar

[chorus: taleban dooda]
i don’t know what’s goin’ on
it’s just runnin’ through my mind, this sh-t here makin’ me sick, uh, uh
i don’t know what’s goin’ on
it’s just runnin’ through my mind, i think is this really it? uh, uh

[outro: taleban dooda]
i don’t know what’s goin’ on
it’s just runnin’ through my head, this sh-t here makin’ me sick, uh, uh
i don’t know what’s goin’ on
it’s just runnin’ through my head, i think is this really it? uh, uh

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