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letra de lost - tfg bigz

[interlude: tfg bigz]
let’s go

[intro: tfg bigz]
man, call tay savage up, man
what the f-ck?
the f-ck wrong with him, ayy?

[verse 1: tfg bigz]
lost a lot of n-gg-s to this street shit
teachers told me, “wasn’t gon’ be shit”
so i’m on the block, workin’ my wrist
i done came a long way from hittin’ licks
me and savage sheen ain’t never had shit
i done came too far and can’t quit
there go three point, nah, i can’t miss

[verse 2: tay sav]
young n-gg- from the pole feel lost
twelve try to snatch me up, so i gotta move cautious
and all i know is win, i’m allergic to losses
when i pull up to the scene, me and bigz, we be flossin’
your lost if you think a n-gg- going on me
might get your life took, midnite blow on three
ridin’ ’round through the pole with the pole on e
and i don’t f-ck it off my hoes ’cause they going for free
we got packs to sell, dope to move
my n-gg-s ridin’, right or wrong
so i ain’t got a point to prove
i’m with my crew, them n-gg-s known to shoot
so if a n-gg- act up, he get gone like poof
that’s magic, all my n-gg-s with me tryna wreak havoc
swear to god, they be cappin’ like a movie full of action
tay savage lost his mind, ain’t no way he can find it
you can catch me off in traffic ridin’ ’round with automatics

[verse 3: tfg bigz]
it was just us in the club
it was just us on the dubb
if we catch a opp, we give him slugs
all these n-gg-s know we ain’t for none
everybody know we keep a gun
everybody know we got the funds
real street n-gg-, super plugged
take your b-tch, you know she want a thug
gang ‘nem actin’ crazy off the drugs
f-ck n-gg-, you don’t know i’m from the slums
walk outside, all you see is f-ckin’ b-ms
they was steady asking me for all the dubs
from the pole, so you know we don’t show no love
never smiling, so you know i keep a mug
real silent, so you’ll know i’ll never budge
low on money, swear you n-gg-s low on funds

[verse 4: tay sav]

as a kid, growing up on the pole, always kept poles on point like a nose, lil’ n-gg-
n-gg- always ask, “why you froze, lil’ n-gg-?”
’cause i’m really from the pole, where it’s cold, lil’ n-gg-
i ain’t lying to a n-gg- when i speak, that’s fact
any n-gg- disrespect, get whacked, that’s a fact
asked n-gg-s that got left why they still where they at
gang smokin’ on that pack, boy, we do this shit for pap
stop flexin’ to a n-gg- like you really putting on
all you n-gg-s really broke, i can really put you on
it ain’t nothing to a g just to really get you gone
gang ‘nem a come and get you, n-gg-, i ain’t even know
case closed, got away with the body
smoke dope, sip lean, turn a n-gg- to a zombie
young n-gg- get fried ’till i prolly check the mileage
with my n-gg-s gang deep, swear to god, we be wildin’
can’t tell me shit, all my n-gg-s with the violence
stretch a n-gg- real quick, snatch away from the sirens
all these hoes on my d-ck ’cause they see a n-gg- stylin’
swear they wanna take a pic, but a n-gg- keep declining
tryna stack all my chips ’til a n-gg- get a mill
if i get it, if i don’t, give a f-ck about a deal
got a bad -ss b-tch, pussy wetter than a seal
if a n-gg- want beef, cook his -ss like a grill

[interlude: tay sav]
wait, hold on!

[outro: tay sav, pbg streets]
gang in this b-tch, man
n-gg-s know how we rockin’, man
tfg—the f-cking guys, man
r.i.p. my homies, man
n-gg-s know how we b-mmin’ in this shit, man
got streets in this b-tch with me, man (on bro!)
n-gg-s know how we drummin’ in this b-tch, man
gang shit

- tfg bigz

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