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letra de dipset - tiacorine

[verse 1]
if you had yo’ way
you would keep me at my f-ckin’ worst
how the f-ck you tell me all that sh-t you did?
that really hurt
used to use my card to pay for sh-t
so you looked really turnt (yeah)
you was jus’ usin’ me
but it ain’t no raw, b-tch, i should really curb
you f-ckin’ work
complaining, not payin’ for sh-t
you petty lil’ b-tch, gettin’ on my f-ckin’ nerves
tossed to the curb
you makin’ me mad and i’m drivin’ real fast
and that p-ssy gon’ never learn

[verse 2]
he need a perm, straighten it out
been talkin’ the money
it counts in amounts (boom, boom)
i’ma call ’bout that sh-t then forget it, ah (huh?)
i’ma talk all that sh-t ’cause that’s what i’m ’bout (huh?)
i’ma f-ck from the bed to the floor to the couch
she say “love that you give me the same i give out”
you know, n-ggas gon’ say i taste bad in they mouth
when they east to the north to the west to the south
[bridge]
you don’t know me, lil’ baby
you know what i’m ’bout
my scope in yo’ mini
but, f-ck is a stout?
plenty fish in the sea
all you catchin’ is trout
ain’t no beefin’ wit’ b-tches who p-ssy on drought

[verse 3]
he be drillin’ this p-ssy, he duggin’ me out
i mean diggin’, no, wiggin’, that d-ck get a house
said incision, envision, i’m mappin’ it out
some hoes in this house and i’m bringin’ ’em out
said “i could’ve,” that b-tch got me lookin’, like, “how?”
you ain’t startin’ no sh-t that we started tonight
you know i need a bat, no, i need it right now
you might keep it a buck but i keep it a dub
said the p-ssy wanna talk, hit her face, like, “wow”
and that p-ssy so good, he said he had to bow
ain’t no waitin’ for later, they hearin’ me now
i thought sh-t was forever, told that n-gga “ciao”
and my city been bankin’ on me, when they
“tia, keep goin’, you makin’ it out
and i love how you reppin’ tre 4,” everything that i know
can’t forget that i’m straight from the south
you get more money than respect i get
but you won’t catch me ’cause i don’t hate my style (nope)
i be a boss ass b-tch than a stank lil’ hoe
‘fore i dead a n-gga out like a child
i just start dealin’ wit’ sh-t that i did
i just started from bottom, that sh-t really wild
i play my daughter my music, she lose it
i be here little penny, i’m makin’ her proud

- tiacorine

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