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letra de talk dat talk - tse vic

[intro: tse vic]
come on
joe, is that you?
better out here
ooh, weapons, what this is?
alright

[verse 1: tse vic]
i got some fire ‘bows and make a hater come back
b-tch, i wake up, hit the trap daily but i’m paid off rap
i almost made two hundred k if we being exact
go check the streams and ask the label, i don’t do no cappin’
i saved a hundred off the ‘bows, another hundred rappin’
fresh as f-ck with diamonds ’round my neck, you reach and i’ll clap you
if i ain’t tryna make a verse then i’m tyin’ baggies
real trap n-gga dripped down, i’m in the latest fashion
bad b-tch sn-tcher, diamonds hittin’
say your car loud, lеt’s see who whip faster
i get ‘bows then thеy get gone ’cause i’m a flip master
took a l for twenty racks and shook back and made a hundred after, huh
and that’s all facture
i ain’t sandy off that show, i would’ve shot patrick
get some ‘bows and make ’em double up, you n-ggas flip backwards
this lil’ fine sh-t real petite, but got her ass clappin’
ten thousand, made it ten times, go do the mathematics (n-gga)
east, west, north to south, b-tch, i’ve been bad backing
i can’t put the phones away, i got a trap habit
caught an opp and then i upped glock and it was trap practice
n-ggas run when they see gun, these n-ggas scared b-st-rds
[verse 2: liltae2]
it’s like i work for monster inc., i’m doin’ scare tactics
n-gga tried to run inside my crib, i had to head tap him
i’m the type to walk around the beach, start kickin’ sand castles
a cutie played calls, that’s for a zip, i’m feelin’ fantastic
i told the b-tch stop suck it slow, i need the head faster
upped a gun, a n-gga tried to run, i let the fan blast him
you got a portion of the bread, that’s just a mere fraction
always keep the draco in the bed or it be near a mattress
if i knew the opps lived near a rock, i would’ve k!lled patrick
i f-ck with dog fights, i think that kujo would’ve k!lled [?]
the b-tch gave me my plate, i took a bite and said the meal nasty
just play it cool, you dissin’ on lil’ 2 and somethin’ will happen
i’m from a place where it ain’t safe, this sh-t get real active
not finna argue ’bout a b-tch, that sh-t look real sassy
poured a deuce of wock’ inside my drank and took a lil’ nappy
every month i get another check, that’s why i love rappin’
i put the paper first and then the fam after
’cause them be the main ones when you broke that be the ones laughin’
my homie got the taylors every color, he a chuck stacker
it’s [?] stuffed into the ‘wood, i’m not a blunt passer

- tse vic

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