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letra de brainz out - tazmin

(intro)

it’s tazmin
what’s up yaang baby?
my chain might be silver but my shades were dipped in
ok
lets go

(verse 1)

my chain might be silver but my shades were dipped in gold
cracked on the throttle, made that b-tch lose control
i ain’t mexicano but yo hablo espanol
i was down bad them hardships took a toll
i hustle till i pass out, n-ggas mad i got pull
get rich as h-ll then disappear yeah that’s the goal
i was born to hustle, had to learn to play my role
i only spit the truth i’m on my beanie sigel
whistle
yeah i’m back rapping i had to put some sh-t on hold
b-tch i’m getting euros, burning sour diеsel
i crawled up out the cooch’ a bankroll mindsеt mogul

(hook)

n-gga
i’ll screw around & f-ck her brains out
i move cautious just in case the jakes out
i get paper i ain’t gotta chase clout
(verse 2: greedyreem)

free the members out the cell, i hope they give they ass parole
my youngan’ stabbed an opp in jail, they gave him 6 months in the hole
you know i got one in the head when i’m riding with the pole
i ain’t selling n-ggas halfs, call my phone and get a whole
graduated from the school of hard knocks, you ain’t enrolled
i done broke this girls heart, she’s singing bout’ it, keyshia cole
all these dogs around me n-gga better call the paw patrol
i was born to be a star baby i’m a constellation
if you ain’t tryna send me nudes, we can’t have no conversation
i got a presidential rollie on without inauguration
all i do is make plays i don’t care bout’ the formation
now these n-ggas call me greedy but i came up from starvation
haha

(hook)

n-gga
i’ll screw around & f-ck her brains out
i move cautious just in case the jakes out
i get paper i ain’t gotta chase clout

(verse 3)

if the b-tch is bad, we might hook up
my world got shattered yeah shook up
real go-getter i need ambition in my b-tches
self-employed hustler in the boss, position
chrome spoked rims, it’s evident i’m prestigious
scheming on some paper like a prowler, no plymouth
i done got betrayed my whole world feels suspicious
all that back stabbing that they did made me viscous
whistle
bad b-tches stare me up and down like an exhibit
i ain’t ever tripping bout’ some pape cuz they print it
anything that i get my hands on i’m finna flip it
georges at strippers, you can’t knock me off my pivot
i do what i want, when i want, i don’t need permission
my charisma leaves these hoes shocked, no electrician
bankroll mindset until i’m dead, i chase the vision

- tazmin

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