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letra de sleepless - tazmin

(intro)

this b-tch gon be a banger straight up like..
i’m stuck on grind mode n-gga
-breathes-

(verse)

i got a cannon in the steering wheel, 2 qps in the backseat
my n-ggas dosing off i think he poured up too much actavis
i don’t give a f-ck about yo’ sl-t i got the baddest b-tch
trappin all summer long hittin l!cks on back streets
it’s ya boy tazmin and you’re listening to my new mixtape blowin smoke
it’s my hottest mixtape yet
turn me up

i cut that n-gga off lead foot on the brakes, i’m on the gas
i know what you’re gettin into b-tch i know you’re burnin glass
i was countin money f-ckin hoes skipping class
you was being a simp, chasing b-tches kissin ass
he tried to hit up my b-tch so when he slides i’m finna tax
if i ain’t whippin a lambo by nеxt year i’m selling black
beforе i started rapping, i was juiced up, flippin packs
www.ashleymadison
get a b-tch without a bag
arm & hammer up the slab until it’s rocked into a rack
takin’ presidential chances i need a bezel on my dash
i got caught up in some bullsh-t when i was out transporting bags
bustin’ all these l!cks i won’t quit distributing sacks
covid got me turnt, driving around with expired tags
i’m the type of n-gga to switch my hoes like chopper mags
you’re the type of n-gga to f-ck some thot then go and brag
i said i was getting the charger but f-ck it, i might just get the jag

yeah
see you n-ggas thought i was done rapping huh?
y’all thought i was finna quit.. and just hang up the towel huh?
f-ck outta here
i used to f-ck with thots, but now all my b-tches bad
i like ferragamo belts does anyone know if they make bags?
losing me was such an l, i bet you constantly look back
every time i hear my gold diggers beat, it makes my heart collapse
why you putting them out of reach? the sxt’s are 20 racks
i know a couple hood b-tches that’ll get your tires slashed
on my iphone i sell weed but on my ‘rolla? soft and brack
i got 3 different white b-tches tryna link up at park ave
i got 7 different l!cks tryna link up for a half
i don’t got 100,000, why in the f-ck would i relax?
getcha b-tch out my dm’s she won’t quit tryna send me snaps
the only time you hit 6k was when you saw it on your tach
i slapped a chrome tip on the coupe i got it poking out the ass
i’m tired of d-ckin’ off all day, so sick and tired of taking naps
my woadie’s strapped up with the colt, i’m making 10’s and up climax
hittin’ l!cks across the state, my favorite app is google maps
my brother is a blood if i cooked white it’d double brack
every time i’m out in public i make at least 6 b-tches splash
if i lost it all today i’d pimp my b-tch and get a bag
i’m sippin on that good-good and no i ain’t drinkin on act
allot of b-tches wanna touch me, wanna kiss me on my abs
yeah i know i’m in the club but f-ck it i still brought in the strap
the n-ggas that i f-ck with show love, for the qp 600 flat
i’ll make it penetrate yo’ skin and i ain’t talkin bout a tatt

(outro)
i ain’t talkin’ bouta tatt, i ain’t talkin bouta..

i’m just talkin’ bout some cash

it’s tazmin

- tazmin

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