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letra de take flight - tino szn

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[hook]

i got, ice on my b-tch, i might slide to the six
i got too many bands, i put 5 on a fit
jump in that rari, that hoe got the kick, if a n-gga talk down, we put two in his sh-t
told my lil bro crack the seal fo’ sh-t get real
n-ggas steady hatin on the kid, don’t know how to feel

[verse]

they can’t take my style, everything i got, man it took me a while
i beat the odds, got my haters like how, and my diamonds so wet that them sh-ts need a towel

ballin so hard, now my opps callin fouls, and they bitin my flow, yeah they stealin my sound
i remember when she wasn’t around, now that b-tch all up on me, she got me like wow
hold up, check the flow

tore up, she a hoe
go up, you a joke
look at yo mans, that lil boy he is broke

tino so fly, took ya lil hoe she shy
jump in that audi she died
i keep the hunnids in my, safe
told that b-tch stay out my way, she bad, she givin me face today
(woo! woo!)

[adlibs]

[hook]

i got, ice on my b-tch, i might slide to the six
i got too many bands, i put 5 on a fit
jump in that rari, that hoe got the kick, if a n-gga talk down, we put two in his sh-t
told my lil bro crack the seal fo’ sh-t get real
n-ggas steady hatin on the kid, don’t know how to feel

[verse]

they be like “tino how you do that?”
she hit my phone i’m like “who that?”
n-gga talk down, better move back
count all the racks, i know how to react

told that lil b-tch i’m the man
look at my shoes, man they worth bout a band
i got a jet, flyin out the land
look at my jeans, amiri on my pants

cartier frame, yeah we rockin them buffs
switching the lane, yeah we turn the sh-t up
i’m losin my brain, and i don’t give a f-ck
pull up on that b-tch, she like “tino wassup.”
wassup, sup!
gone off the wock, what the f-ck in my cup?
say he down bad, i’m like “boy that sh-t tough!”
heard he be cappin, i heard he gone bluff!

woke up one day to go get to the bag
ain’t get no help, but i don’t gotta brag
i want the lamb, no i don’t want a jag
haters like “d-mn that lil tino” they mad

pull up at the spot, they be like tino too hot
used to couldn’t shoot my shot
now i got b-tches by the lot
n-ggas say they up, like boy you not

[adlibs]

[hook]

i got, ice on my b-tch, i might slide to the six
i got too many bands, i put 5 on a fit
jump in that rari, that hoe got the kick, if a n-gga talk down, we put two in his sh-t
told my lil bro crack the seal fo’ sh-t get real
n-ggas steady hatin on the kid, don’t know how to feel

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