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letra de fa me - taysav

[intro: don cannon & taysav]
steps back
we just addicted to success. this type of work ethic, you just can’t learn in the textbook. you see me and tay come from the same story, just a different network. i always tell ’em it’s easy to get to a dollar, but this type of motivation is priceless. what’s real is real. chi-town, taysav…
dope (gang, gang)
got shooters that’s gon’ ride for me, (the cannon) got shooters that’s gon’ ride for me
[?] sh-lls gon’ blast for me, [?] rest-in-peace
too many say they after me, but i ain’t letting them catching me
they know that taysav a g, they know i’m with savage sheen
and they know we taking it easy

[verse]
and they know we smoking on t–zy
and they know i always tote on gleezies
up pole, i’ma shoot like a regent
from the pole, where it’s cold like a freezer
2 cupz, that’s for bro, he the reason
up pole on a n-gga, he freezing
hollows hit soul, now he heated
ain’t ta’m’bout rolls? you can beat it
i ain’t cuffing no wh0res, b-tches eating
lil’ wh0re wanna swallow my s-m-n
free my brother lil shawn, he a demon
free my brother spazzout, he a demon too
slide through your block, he’ll leave you leaking, too
b-tch saw me, she like, “i wanna leave with you”
told her, “if [she] coming, then my friend leaving, too”
she’s with it, let’s get it, hold on!
b-tch, you know i’m flee as f-ck when i pop out with all these -rolls
trues and rocks up on me, versace hugging all on my pole
n-gga, get up off me when aquafina thirsty for your soul
she gon’ get you off me if we bump heads all throughout the pole
promise i won’t miss, i just need six and i’m gon’ get you gone
why your b-tch keep calling? she stalking, get her up out my phone
she playing or some’, promise you i won’t pay her nothin’
catch a crowd, then the k’ll drum
i’ll spray or some’, get caught i ain’t saying nothin’
i’ll be out in a day or some’, i ain’t going, you should really know this sh-t
if i up it, i’ma blow this b-tch, can’t control this b-tch
nina sick, blow up nose real quick, [?] rose real quick, like, “holy sh-t!”
can’t believe a ghost and sh-t, hate when n-ggas do the most and sh-t, that emotion sh-t
four nickels get ’em gone and gym, get took out your glo real quick, wait, hold on!
hate it when a b-tch try to prolong ’cause that [?] wasn’t even ‘posed to grow on…

- taysav

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