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Nic Steez
Nic Steez
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Tazdied
Tazdied
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Texty

My whole click we ridind 'round now it's a fucking wrap You been talking all your shit you getting fucking clapped I been hearing left and right you hate this shit I fucking rap But I ask your name they tell me I'm like who the fuck is that I've been rolling through your hood like everyday Suddenly all of you ain't got shit to say I think it's funny how your life is turning grey I don't got time for the drama bitch I'm getting paid Fully loaded magazine I pull up thrashing every which way Acting vogue ain't got time for the stupid bitch games I been dropping all this music and it never give me shit I think that it's time I change it up what's it mean to quit If I drop a hundred tracks and I set your shit ablaze Then I won because I left you with sitting with nothing to say Change the flows Change the clothes Change the all around life bitch Went and got a wife bitch Only one night bitch Imma drop a bomb, make it look like it's a song Take that preme up off your chest and throw that shit into a bon Fire all that I been spitting I'm the south side dragon Now they like damn god what happened he got good while I was nappin Stay asleep take them xanax and go take yo ass to bed You ain't even smart enough for this to process in your head I been waiting takin every chance I got don't be mistaken I been patient with this shit and now I'm running out of patience I see you sitting there it's okay you getting there I been posted with my girl from the back hitting, ripping hair Oh you think that you a menace I been posted out in Venice Your life looking so horrendous, diamond teeth just left the dentist yeah Fuck what you think Fuck what you heard Fuck what you saying boy fuck every word yeah Fuck what you think Fuck what you heard Fuck what you saying boy fuck every word yeah Don't turn back I don't need you anyway Beam all black you won't catch me in the day So I just hop up in the ride when there's nothing left to say Count my rack cause I made it in a day Move so fast it ain't even worth a race Leave the past couldn't keep up with the pace These pussies always wanna hide Tell 'em say it to my face Make it last cause I'm not the type to chase woah 10k in the bank I got millions left to make Smoke you like some dank put your body in the lake I move in silence what they talkin for All these bitches fake Better check your rank anything I want I take Dealing with this pain but I'm actin like a saint Boy don't say my name I go harder in the paint They get to typing like they bout it I already know they ain't We are not the same yo bitch see me and she faint woah Bitch I got it make it drop it Outta pocket tell 'em stop it Quit the gossip take it lock it I been poppin only profit Beamer copped it fuckboy mopped it Last bitch dropped it new bitch topped it Look what you done went and started Now I'm flexing broken hearted They wanna hate let's make a date They wanna hate let's make a date They wanna hate let's make a date They wanna hate let's make a date Woah woah yeah
Writer(s): Taz Died Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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