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letra de tipoff - trf boog

tipoff lyrics
b-tch that’s stepped on b-tch these off whites these ain’t prestos, i just hit kenyatta n told him i need some petro. how the f-ck he switch it up and sound like he the west coast, i step on anything like i was signed to death row. i heard they slid on em next day he bought a bl!ck, he knew he wasn’t gangsta so he copped a stick. she was f-ckin me the other night that is not his b-tch, i swear i hate these lame rappin n-ggas. she wanna have my baby thеy be trappin n-ggas. get his in his sh-t just for speakin wrong, hеard n-ggas was lookin for me dissin over speaker phone. this n-gga typin on ig like he done k!lled n-ggas, n-gga yo daddy ona board when you drilled n-gga. push a n-gga sh-t back rockin tommy hilfigher, all white ones chains on ina field n-gga. let me ease up, naw f-ck that lemme roll my sleeves up, i’m what they city missin yea they need us. i ain’t no crip but i got n-ggas throwin cs, he wanted attention well he got it he opp now, they done turnt me up i was coolin but sh-t i’m hot now. she said baby slide through told that b-tch not now. and don’t throw that sh-t up if u not gang u not down. sh-t get wicked, knowin they don’t wanna see me win but b-tch i’m with it, had to take the bl!ck away from bro cause he gon fidget. i ain’t with the small talk baby ima gremlin. this a 600 dollar bottle of sprite baby, i drop her right after we f-ck to make her pipe crazy. i ain’t here for good intentions stay up out my mentions, she had a n-gga when i f-cked now she say he trippin. i’m the n-gga that’ll turn this b-tch up, say it’s smoke we up the sco not one of us gettin touched. talkin all that rara but yo homie need picked up. and we ain’t duckin sh-t cause every one of us sticked up

- trf boog

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