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letra de vip lap - tsu surf

[verse 1: tsu surf]
it’s a movie when we see yours
he come ’round, he not from ’round, we turn around, he detour
it’s on me right now, these adderalls they got me p-noid
couple n-ggas gave us problems, final outcome destroy
he survived, we hit him though […]
i grew up a savage
heartless like my momma, got my daddy habits
grab the ‘matic
dump the clip, the handle melted, sh-t was plastic
if i pull up i get me one at least
the k!lla’s average
who can doubt that i’m a maverick?
opps know wе back
money on his head, bank green, this a open bag
i’m gon’ likе the picture, confirmation that we smoked his ass
we ain’t get no news after the mission but i hope it’s bad
big homie is idle, he don’t care ’cause he don’t know his dad
only trust these hammers
nipsey asked me where i see myself, ain’t have no answer
baldhead clip look like i sheltered those for cancer
gettin’ head, my phone ring, “i call you back grandma.”
this one got a switch so it don’t matter if you runnin’ out
granny left a message, said a prayer, she love me lot
least they get is broken bones, stitches, cuts, bl–dy clots
n-gga he was with wasn’t even bangin’, he got buddy shot
life’s fabulous, my cougar look like emily
caught up in that v, don’t make it easy, that’s a kennedy
i won’t lie their score but if we keepin’ count it’s 10 or 3
she just need a flight, her carry-on and some hennessy
we ghost n-ggas
what you see ain’t what you get, they cappin’, that be most n-ggas
i just wanna hustle ’round my marathon be prolific
all that actin’ grown like he crazy got his soul lifted
feed him to the demons, i just tell the dogs to go get it
[verse 2: leaf ward]
if we slide catch his body, what you got to swap?
we got another buck and if you got the drop
we spend money ’cause we got a lot
i’m a cold shooter and i got the shot
had to leave the city when we got it hot
f-cked around and f-cked off a dub on prada
i f-ck around and really hit […]
we signed it in blood, i’m mad max off shottas
everybody ain’t got body but they all riders
i really put 10 k!llas at a round table
we fire sticks, we ain’t usually around cable
we did it with the ‘caine way before it sound able
i ain’t need a label and i wasn’t rich but i was stable
the realest n-gga in it
man, this ain’t no f-ckin’ gimmick
they came down shootin’, we ain’t run no f-ckin’ scrimmage
we do the h-llcat, the rambo and it ain’t rented
but you know it’s tinted
peep ’em squintin’ tryna see who in it
every single day i’m tore
i still made it through the war
gettin’ busy in dior, get them k!llas a reward
spill his blood, leave him crip
but we ain’t even gon’ trip
sh-t gon’ kick but i’ma vet so i control it with the grip
know for sure my mom tired of me
but more so she proud of me
we go ah-ah-ah, it ain’t no eye-for-eye with me
i show you how to move
it ain’t no way that you should lose
i try follow ’em but n-ggas make me say f-ck the rules

- tsu surf

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