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letra de whoa flow - tite

[t-te]
trunk crack feel foul, now where that boy dez
i done hit the ike, and scooped up that boy redd
flossing through the city, on the grind getting gritty
i let the top back, and left them bops looking sh-tty
i’m riding looking pretty, like a yellow bone b-tch
i done swung lanes, almost hit the d-mn b-tch
i saw that boy dez, at the sto with a fo’
maul in the seat, blowing on the optimoe
it’s that boy t-te, on the mic going hard
i got a three hundred pound, big body guard
and boys bog rob, hold it down everytime
since the 9-9, it’s been my time to shine
baguettes around my neck, with maurquice’s on my pinky
a stunner riding hummer, and them hoes on my slinky
i’ma wave trunk, neon read mr. t-te
yellow bones naked, on my screen every night
via satellite, mayn i gotta stay thoed
sweets got me blowed, off my head story told
now i can pimp the pen, or i can wreck the d-mn flow
i let my trunk drag, while the insides glow
i’m a young pro, and them hoes love to bop
i’m riding on chops, talking bout mind on blocks
i went down to asia, f-cking hoes in jamaica
if you holding plex, i’ma let you meet your maker
i done turned heads, when i grab my remote
clarion crunk, and my trunk getting broke
slab looking better, than a yellow what hoe
when i sw-ng lanes, everybody yell whoa
there that boy go, catch the gleam from my ring
and f-ck what you heard, we the freestyle kingz

(-talking-)
yeah, don’t let it fool you
we the real deal, you listening to t-te
the d3 nutt, back to the hood you heard

- tite

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