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letra de tek it freestyle v2 - tjayromani

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[intro: tjayromani]

tek it freestyle v2 n-gga run it

(you just can’t call stay, stay)

[verse 1: tjayromani]

runnin’ back to that n-gga crib ’cause he f-ckin’ talkin’ dat sh-t pulled up wit dat bl!cky shoot his whole family up

you dead b-tch n-gga thought it was so funny to diss 1500 but i pulled up wit dat bl!ck and now we started huntin’ ! (you dead b-tch!), (but i pulled up wit dat bl!ck and now we started huntin’ !)
find that n-gga hidin’ in his f-ckin’ closet pulled up wit dat bl!cky aimed it at his head and started boppin’ (started boppin’)

n-gga now beggin’ for his life but it’s too late for that you dissed the gang and now you gonna be motherf-ckin’ dead (now beggin’ for his life but it’s too late for that sh-t),(dead b-tch)

[verse 2: tjayromani]

(i watch the news let it run my mood can’t stop thinking of you)

b-tch!, now we back on track and i’m countin all dat bread n-ggas always say we broke but we really got them f-ckin’ racks (ay, all dem bands, we get dem racks!)

and if you start dissin’ f-ckin’ gang we’ll pull up wit dat f-ckin’ thang and f-ckin’ split yo f-ckin’ brain cause you is a b-tch ass mane (wit dat f-ckin’ bl!ck!, ay f-ckin’ bang)

n-ggas like to sneak diss but when you pull up to them in real life they start runnin’ back to they crib cause they ain’t really ’bout that (b-tch n-ggas!)

bout that life!, n-gga they really is b-tch they don’t really got dem sticks they don’t really tote bl!cks them n-ggas really b-tch they can’t really be talkin all dat sh-t they don’t tote no f-ckin’ bl!ck they all cappin’ for the net (they really is b-tch they don’t really got dem sticks they don’t really tote bl!cks), (talkin’ sh-t), (they don’t really tote no bl!ck)

they don’t got them f-ckin’ sticks, they don’t got them f-ckin’ bl!cks they like to cap for the net cause they are so f-ckin’ b-tch (they like to cap for the net cause they are so f-ckin’ b-tch)

yeah these n-ggas is some motherf-ckin’ b-tch n-ggas try to pull up and i’ll shoot you wit dat stick n-gga (shoot you wit dat stick n-gga!)

pull up to my block and you’ll f-ckin’ regret that sh-t, pull up wit the bl!ck and i’m blastin’ away and shi’ bih, ay! i watch the news let it run my mood (f-ckin regret that sh-t!), (grah grah boom!), (i watch the news let it run my mood)

- tjayromani

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