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letra de ​tic tic - toosii

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[intro]
(pyroman)
(ayy, rvssian)

[chorus]
bad b-tch and a mistress, know my main b-tch having misfits
lane-switch when i ride, it’s raining outside, i hope i don’t hit sh-t
i’m a time bomb, n-gga, tick tick, richard mille, that’s some rich sh-t
f-ck a ho and you gon’ tell the gang ’cause you a f-cking lame and that’s some b-tch sh-t
gucci denim, feel like dapper dan, know i’m the f-cking man, ain’t gotta tell it
pull up the rolls royce, that’s a cullinan, i know it smell like weed but i don’t sell it
but still get a pack in and i mail it
i be on trap sh-t with three tellies
i bring a bad b-tch to the telly, she don’t ask for the d-ck, then baby won’t get it

[verse 1]
championship ring and i know what to bring, couple bottles, some weed, and she riding on me
don’t like attention, i black out the windows and slide with extendos, we riding lowkey
n-ggas be broke and plotting on me
n-ggas be fake so watch your homies
i can’t even lie, i’d rather be lonely in a whip with a b-tch, i watch her dome me
whip matte-black, ride with the cutter
you let a n-gga done die with your brother
b-tches ain’t sh-t, won’t ride for another
now i ain’t sh-t, i lie, say i love her
b-tches ain’t sh-t, i lie and say i love her
i can’t cut ties with the b-tter
that leave you upset when you love ’em
i say f-ck that, just gun ’em, yeah
[chorus]
bad b-tch and a mistress, know my main b-tch having misfits
lane-switch when i ride, it’s raining outside, i hope i don’t hit sh-t
i’m a time bomb, n-gga, tick tick, richard mille, that’s some rich sh-t
f-ck a ho and you gon’ tell the gang ’cause you a f-cking lame and that’s some b-tch sh-t
gucci denim, feel like dapper dan, know i’m the f-cking man, ain’t gotta tell it
pull up the rolls royce, that’s a cullinan, i know it smell like weed but i don’t sell it
but still get a pack in and i mail it
i be on trap sh-t with three tellies
i bring a bad b-tch to the telly, she don’t ask for the d-ck, then baby won’t get it

[verse 2]
i don’t really sing, that’s cap, i rap, but they say that i do so i tell ’em like f-ck it
i take a b-tch to mcdonalds and tell her to get what she want and she better mclove it
if she ask my name, i’ll tell her mclovin
i don’t make love, a n-gga be f-cking
she don’t suck d-ck, a n-gga won’t bust
she got on michael kors and i don’t trust
i’ma be nasty, be disgusting
still ride with the gang, gang
free them boys out the chain gang
they lost sh-t but they still tryna maintain
i’m a bad boy causing ruckus, uh, bro still tryna slang caine
f-ck bad b-tches, get money, better know the game, mane

[chorus]
bad b-tch and a mistress, know my main b-tch having misfits
lane-switch when i ride, it’s raining outside, i hope i don’t hit sh-t
i’m a time bomb, n-gga, tick tick, richard mille, that’s some rich sh-t
f-ck a ho and you gon’ tell the gang ’cause you a f-cking lame and that’s some b-tch sh-t
gucci denim, feel like dapper dan, know i’m the f-cking man, ain’t gotta tell it
pull up the rolls royce, that’s a cullinan, i know it smell like weed but i don’t sell it
but still get a pack in and i mail it
i be on trap sh-t with three tellies
i bring a bad b-tch to the telly, she don’t ask for the d-ck, then baby won’t get it

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