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King Von - Tuff (Audio)
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INTERPRÉTATION
King Von
King Von
Chant
Chop Squad DJ
Chop Squad DJ
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Darrell Jackson
Darrell Jackson
Paroles/Composition
Dayvon Bennett
Dayvon Bennett
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Chop Squad DJ
Chop Squad DJ
Production

Paroles

Say what? (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) Von Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough (what? Nah) That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff (yeah, huh) Hit him in his gut, and watch that boy ball up (boom, boom, boom) Ayy, get up (get up) Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up (what?) You better not die, I like yo' bitch, boy, I'm gonna pick her up (bitch ass nigga) Sick as fuck, yeah, I'm sick as fuck, and I'm slick as fuck Just hit a lick on this nigga, bruh, then told him, "Pick me up" (bitch ass nigga) Drop yo' panties, what's that smell, bitch? It's fishy as fuck (huh, uh-uh) Went on a drill, he ain't nail shit, he iffy as fuck (what? Damn, damn) Bag it up, folks them baggin' up, come and grab you somethin' Tag you up, folks them tag you up, ain't no point of runnin' Are you mad? Yeah, you super mad, but you ain't gon' do nothin' I got a bag with yo' lil' stupid ass, might pop out with a 100 Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough (what? Nah) That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff (yeah, huh) Hit him in his gut, and watch that boy ball up (boom, boom, boom) Ayy, get up (get up) Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up (what?) You better not die, I like yo' bitch, boy, I'm gonna pick her up (bitch ass nigga) Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff (what?) Hit him in his gut, and watch that boy ball up (nah, yeah) Ayy, get up Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up (boom, boom, boom) You better not die, I like yo' bitch, boy, I'm gonna pick her up I got money, boy, a lotta money, put that on J Money Yo' ass broke, yo' whole hood dirty, y'all ain't havin' nothin' Bag it up, baby, bag it up, that ass fat as fuck Bring yo' friends, I got the gang with me, they just tryna fuck Bag it up, baby, bag it up, that ass fat as fuck Where yo' friends? I got the gang with me, we just tryna fuck Double cup, sip that lean, homie, it ain't green, homie Got that Glock with that beam on it, better not tweak, homie See I like hoes that be bougie though, but they be choosin' though They get fly and bring they friends with 'em to the studio They off Remy and that D'USSÉ and that Julio And they be trippin' off that Yungeen Ace and that Foolio See I'm a star, I be shootin' shit, ain't talkin' movies though This bitch a freak, she be puttin' pills up in her booty hole Get put to sleep, now them fancy clothes got some bullet holes Thought it was sweet? I'm at yo' funeral, I have to play my role Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough (what? Nah) That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff (huh) Hit him in his gut, and watch that boy ball up (boom, boom, boom) Ayy, get up (nah) Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up (yeah, yeah) You better not die, I like yo' bitch, boy, I'm gonna pick her up (bitch ass nigga) Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough (what? Nah) That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff (huh) Hit him in his gut, and watch that boy ball up (boom, boom, boom) Ayy, get up (nah) Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up (yeah, yeah) You better not die, I like yo' bitch, boy, I'm gonna pick her up (bitch ass nigga)
Writer(s): Darrel Jackson, Dayvon Bennett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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