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letra de cuz we did (original version) - tata

[intro: tata]
four shots to the head (tray, tray, traybvndo)
yeah
it’s mr. everything dead
d-mn, d-mn, d-mn
grrah (grr, baow)

[verse 1: tata]
i’m off the lean, and some percs (perkies)
like d-mn, shawty a flirt (d-mn, d-mn)
she be ready no matter the time, we gon’ go to the back, i’ma lift up her skirt (i’ma lift up her skirt)
in the stu’ and i’m posted wit’ drew (drewski)
double m, n-gga, i’m wit’ the flous (flouski)
and this b-tch told me that she in love, not just with me, she in love with the crew (she in love with the gang)
car-cartier frames i’ma shoot through the lens (grr)
i’m the demon, this block we bend (d-mn, d-mn, d-mn)
up to heaven is where he get sent (that n-gga get sent)
like, sh-t get sticky i pass it to trend
on-on the beat n-ggas know i’ma tweak
like d-mn, shawty a neak
like d-mn, shawty a freak (like d-mn)
i’m tryna see what she do in them sheets
like, i’m tryna see what she do in that bed (facts, facts)
ebk, n-ggas heard what i said (d-mn)
and brodie might slide, like sled (skrrt)
no outside clothes on my bed, b-tch
don’t wanna f-ck, i want head, b-tch (d-mn)
d-mn, aim at his head, b-tch
make sure he’s dead (b-tch)
these n-ggas know mr. everything dead (mr. everything dead)
d-mn, d-mn

[chorus: tata]
off the drugs, i be gettin’ a rush (like, bro)
on my way to the top, in a rush (in a rush)
and she tryna have a conversation, i don’t wanna talk to you, i wanna f-ck (i wanna f-ck)
like d-mn, i wanna rump (i wanna rump)
if that boy run, he gon’ run out of luck (gon’ run out of what?)
yeah, he sayin’ he on court’, but he suck
like, red beam on the gun, i’ma dump (grrah, baow)

[verse 2: kyle richh]
like, i can’t f-ck if that b-tch is a munch (no)
need a baddie to tote on my gun (like, what?)
f-ck-f-ck a title i’m tryna have fun (like, d-mn)
don’t wanna love, ’cause we still young (we still young)
graah, too many b-tches, but i want one (i want one)
you a thot, i can’t give you my energy
but for my baby, i’m lettin’ it dump (b-tch)
if you want me, then say it, like, we grown, why the f-ck is you playin’?
and i got a thing for you too, but you would know if you picked up the phone (graah, graah, graah)
and i fell in love with your moan, hand on her face i’m in love with her skin tone (like, d-mn)
i’m with sheik, give a f-ck ’bout your boo, need a baddie to shake up the room (d-mn, graah, graah, graah)
(why does everybody think we f-cked?)
like-like, d-mn (like)
’cause you makin’ it hot (like)
and i cannot f-ck on a thot, i’m smacked, it’s two more hoes in the spot (graah, graah, graah)
my baby jamaican, i pull on her dreadlocks
and these n-ggas dissin’, deadpop
f-ck oy, lil’ dot caught an headpop (d-mn)
[chorus: tata]
off the drugs, i be gettin’ a rush (like, bro)
on my way to the top, in a rush (in a rush)
and she tryna have a conversation, i don’t wanna talk to you, i wanna f-ck (i wanna f-ck)
like d-mn, i wanna rump (i wanna rump)
if that boy run, he gon’ run out of luck (gon’ run out of what?)
yeah, he sayin’ he on court’, but he suck
like, red beam on the gun, i’ma dump (grrah, baow)

- tata

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