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letra de don't go there - tts tana, kay flock & costamado

[intro]
ayy, (right, right) grrah, gang, what?
ayy, right (the f-ck?), right

[chorus: tts tana]
don’t go there, we bring this sh-t to anybody
i can’t wait ’til i catch me a o, yeah (d-mn)
i’ma go show these n-ggas i don’t care, b-tch
i’ma up on these n-ggas with no fear
oh, he say i did what? (oh, he say i did what?) that n-gga cap
you know i keep me a pole near (the f-ck?)
drive-by, and i’m lettin’ it blow there (baow, baow, baow)

[verse 1: tts tana]
right, last one stretched on sight
we don’t care if he wrong or he right
g-lock gang, them boys don’t fight (d-mn)
ducked a day, and they think it’s alright (d-mn)
i lost mezzy, was crying for nights (d-mn)
me and tg was slidin’ for nights
tryna go get us a body tonight (baow, baow, d-mn)
who ask you?
that’s a ride, i’ma straight loose screws (loose screws)
i got some shooters that’ll shoot you
you ain’t catch it no haste, i can’t recruit you
if you get busy, i salute you
’cause you carry them glizzies, f-ck a two-two
b-tch, i’m shooting at his nunu
mans, don’t hop out, we ’bout throw a few, right
[chorus] (tts tana)
so don’t go there, we bring this sh-t to anybody
i can’t wait ’til i catch me a o, yeah (oyk)
i’ma go show these n-ggas i don’t care (what the f-ck?), b-tch
i’ma up on these n-ggas with no fear
oh, he say i did what? that n-gga cap (that n-gga cap)
you know i keep me a pole near (baow, baow)
drive-by, and i’m lettin’ it blow there (baow, baow)

don’t go there, whippin’ this sh-t send anybody
i can’t wait ’til i catch me a o, yeah (d-mn)
i’ma go show these n-ggas i don’t care, b-tch
i’ma up on these n-ggas with no fear
oh, he say i did what? (oh, he say i did what?) that n-gga cap
you know i keep me a pole near (the f-ck?)
drive-by, and i’m lettin’ it blow there (baow, baow, baow)

[verse 3: kay flock & young castamado]
got a baddie who bangin’ like cardi
baby, get muddy, we don’t do bacardi
ebk, doa’s in the spot
shawty, she shakin’, pop up with a glock
shots fired, get low from the sirens
baby buggin’, no, that’s not the knocks
.42 got her wildin’ up the spot
with the deuce, i’m wildin’ up the spot (ah, what? ayy)
[verse 4: young castamado]
i love it when they call me “goat”

- tts tana kay flock costamado

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