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letra de no more heros: red light freestyle - tg flockaa

[intro]

grahh-gang
gang, gang, gang
every opp shot
grahh, (grahh, grahh, grahh,), grahh, grahh, grahh (yo jay how you feel about this one?)

[verse 1]

tg here, don’t run, don’t trip, yea i said it before
ima say it again who that? in the benz
that look like a opp and we throw 1-10

(grahh, grahh, grahh, boom)
whoever that is i won’t see him again
send him up just to meet with his friend
and i just came home and i’m tweaking again

she like tg link up cause you know i’m with friends
she hit me up but never again
that b-tch is a thot she was never a 10
hop out, send shots, do it again, me and kenzo the real evil twins

(grahh, grahh, grahh, grahh, boom)
smokin’ on notti, for the win that dumb little n-gga went out like a b-tch
you should’ve been totin’ yo knock on the train (what)
n-gga died, now dd got famе
dd just gеt of my d-ck, n-ggas don’t even know you
stop looking for clout you a lamе (you a little ass kid)
notti diеd, they ain’t let it flame (wtf)
caine died tryna get away (grahh, grahh)
and i said that i’m oyk in jb’s face and he ain’t do a thing
super st-rdy livin’ on the islands, still free hunna ap always wildin’
n-ggas be p-ssy, they keep it 1,000
and i do what i want and my money keep ballin’ (like what?)
(grahh, grahh, boom)

give a f-ck what you say, you look b-tt
n-ggas run when i pop out the cut
that n-gga dumb if you think i won’t up (like what?)
20 shots, 3 shots, hittin’ him up (they hittin’ him up)
like, off the liquor she eatin’ it up
like, off the perk, yea i’m beatin’ it up
n-ggas be dyin’, i’m keeping it tucked, i ain’t lacking for n0body, n-gga you dumb (lil’ n-gga you dumb)

yus got shot 3 times get back, lotti dead he ain’t coming back
rah rah got shot in the back of the cab (like what?)
caine got tripped, got turned into a pack
[?] got slept in the whip, that’s a fact
like, how many n-ggas got turned into a pack
mezzy gang, yea this sh-t is forever
never lack, gotta keep a buretta

he tried to first, so i shot threw the sweater
you never got back, how you got it together
n-gga, you better tie up your lace (wtf)
i ain’t sayin this sh-t for a race
when i slide to your block, don’t run
don’t trip, like, like, don’t fall on your face
like, every opp shot all them n-ggas is plates
shoot every vato’ i fl!ck through the sev
doa, everything dead

he tried to run he got shot in his head
walkdown gang, n-ggas heard what i said
hop out the v, they fled
where the land, sh-t dead, creep through the 8, with the sev
oh, y’all like 1 of they gangs go ahead, they ain’t never get back for they dead
speak up i ain’t hear what you said (like what)
she wanna link but i left her on read, and i gave her the d-ck
and she ran

mike amiri, be the pants, brown skin, nice body, gotta tan
in the foreign, used to be a van
walk around, i got fans, like look at my closet, couple bands (like what?, grahh, grahh)
them boys need to stop it, they just fans, know a couple n-ggas hating on they mans
it’s 5 on chops, they can’t stand a chance (like what)
know they hatin’ cause they see we up, n-ggas baby mothers’ wanna f-ck it up

i’m just walking round’ with my double cup (like what?)
mindin’ my business, that’s facts
like, f-ck all these b-tches, they wack (y’all wack)
why you tryna kiss me get back, baby girl i ain’t with allat’ (get back)
(grahh)

- tg flockaa

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