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letra de 4pm in tampa - tjxxy

on a wave
yeah n-ggas on a wave
i just caught a wave and all these n-ggas tryna hate
when i’m keep on flyin’ n-ggas flyin’ with an ak n-gga, uh
okay n-gga
smokin’ on that douchey doe mane n-gga uh
spittin’ off that f-ckin’ dome mane n-gga
oh d-mn, i just caught another flow man n-gga
i got ice, i be feelin’ like i’m gucci man n-gga
i got sprite and i mix it feel like superman n-gga

superman n-gga, break your neck n-gga
pull up on me if you wanna talk sh-t n-gga, yeah
kj on the beat and i’m bouta go in and i’m bouta show you what it’s like
on a sat-rday night with my bros
rollin’ in the streets with my bros, tryna find somethings to do
cause we smoke like every single day, yeah
21 savage every single day yеah

and i smoke
n-gga with the goat
i just caught the bеat and float, i just do the most n-gga
pull up in a ghost, scrrrr
phantom, uh, feelin’ like i’m danny, uh, sh-t
got that b-tch, hey
she might pop a xanny, uh
time spinnin’, got that sh-t up in a loop
i got shooters on my side if you wanna catch a too n-gga
uh
and they with the k!llin’ sh-t
we ain’t with that talkin’ sh-t, not with that gossip sh-t
diamonds on me, shinin’, got me like a walking l!ck
i run with them shooters, you might think i shot a bit
ayy
if you hit it then you know i gotta quit
ayy
if i hit it then i gotta wife a b-tch, if she great
tell em when i die, put my money in the grave
tell em when i fly, i better fly with the ak
uh
said
okay n-gga

uh, smokin’ on that doouchey doe say n-gga
uh
pay up what you owe me n-gga
uh, i just caught another flow man n-gga
got ice on my neck, feel like gucci mane n-gga
got some ice on my face, feel like gucci mane n-gga
what he say?
were we at? what it do?
i just step up on the scene and n-ggas gonna shoot
hop up in the booth and i only speak the truth
n-ggas say they got the sauce, i’m drippin’ in the juice
what it do?

juice
he told me bring the juice to you like strawberry, wanna l!ck my tutti fruit?
coming with this heat, i ain’t talkin’ chris breezy
ice on my neck, i got cold and i’m freezing
check my wrist, i’m the sh-t
throw a hundred on your b-tch
l!ckity spit, i’m that b-tch
act like i psycho a chick
told him leave it with me, we’ll be safe
from the 305
going 90 on the freeway
gang

- tjxxy

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