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letra de these days - tg kommas

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[intro]
ayy

[chorus]
look, b-tch, i tote the choppa, on my momma, n-ggas dyin’ these days, ooh
told lil’ shorty she can come and get whatever, she just gotta behave, yeah
f-cked around and ranned up my check up in my bag these days, mmm
ayy, jumpin’ out the foreign, wear red, ready to blast these k’s, yeah

[verse 1]
ayy, before you jump inside my whip and ride, make sure that your clip inside
’cause we might spot a opp and turn they block into a slip and slide
speakin’ of opps, this sh-t got games since my n-gga died
it’s dangerous, you gon’ diе tryna be neutral, n-gga, pick a side
you know this sh-t [?], you slippin’ for thе k
bullets to the face, play with that paper, you gon’ get it erased
came a long way from my hammy downs, my shoes got dirty laces
nowhere to go, n-gga fall asleep in a car at gas station
used to be broke and i had to steal out the stove before i made it

[bridge]
that’s why i pour out my heart to all the ones that really done had it hard
we had it hard, i swear to god, i swear to god

[chorus]
look, b-tch, i tote the choppa, on my momma, n-ggas dyin’ these days, ooh
told lil’ shorty she can come and get whatever, she just gotta behave, yeah
f-cked around and ranned up my check up in my bag these days, mmm
ayy, jumpin’ out the foreign, wear red, ready to blast these k’s, yeah
[verse 2]
ready to rock out with my glizzy, b-tch, you know i’m out my top
n-gga can’t be lookin’ for me, b-tch, you know i’m on they block
with 30 shots, one in the head, you’ll get popped
on my momma we slang iron, them n-ggas know how we rock
i still send money to the jail, tell ”free my patna out the box”
i forever hold you down, my n-gga, you know we all we got
feel down to jump inside them stolen cars, with rolls like what’s the plat?
like, if you with this sh-t or not? yeah, we got the city hot

[bridge]
we got this sh-t hot
yeah, we got this sh-t hot, n-gga
yeah, we got this b-tch hot

[chorus]
look, b-tch, i tote the choppa, on my momma, n-ggas dyin’ these days, ooh
told lil’ shorty she can come and get whatever, she just gotta behave, yeah
f-cked around and ranned up my check up in my bag these days, mmm
ayy, jumpin’ out the foreign, wear red, ready to blast these k’s, yeah

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