TEN TOE$ - Taj

TEN TOE$ - Taj

  • Ano de lançamento: 2020
  • Linguagem: Inglês
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Letra da música " TEN TOE$ "

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TEN TOE$

Taj

Running your house like I’m Dennis

I’m moving the ball and that shit ain’t even tennis

I’m up in your bitches mouth like a dentist

I’m smoking on gas like an anti-Semitic

If I see a baccy, know I gotta get it

And like it’s gymnastics bitch I gotta flip it

Ain’t see no rain and you know that I’m drippin

Thinking bout trappin ain’t worried bout trippin

Don’t love my tracks and you’re slow in the head cunt

Grabbing that MAC and fill him up with led cunt

Up in the trap and I’m getting my bread cunt

Better watch out cause I’m pressing your meds cunt

through the AUS Post

I got the acid and it’s coming by the truckload

You wanna know about my cash? I got a fuck load

And you know that I be staying fucking ten toes

Don’t love my tracks and you’re slow in the head cunt

Grabbing that MAC and fill him up with led cunt

Up in th trap and I’m getting my bread cunt

Bettr watch out cause I’m pressing your meds cunt

through the AUS Post

I got the acid and it’s coming by the truckload

You wanna know about my cash? I got a fuck load

And you know that I be staying fucking ten toes

Ten toes, got an automatic

spastics

If you got money, we gotta have it

we need more acid

Marts got a bag, now he flips it

AUS Post, as we gifted

Tree sap caps and we sell them to your sisters

Scamming for years accounts getting shifted

buds and some water for dinner

money but I don’t need no job

But I work everyday and I’m not gonna stop

You don’t like our tracks cause you’re slow in the head cunt

You can’t get a refund cause you just got robbed cunt

We took

and and we made this song cunt

I can’t keep money

Cause I spend it on bongs cunt

I say it again you’re not getting a refund

Selling drugs is an addiction, it’s fun

We snitched on ourselves and we don’t give no fucks

There’s no real evidence

Good luck

Don’t love my tracks and you’re slow in the head cunt

Grabbing that MAC and fill him up with led cunt

Up in the trap and I’m getting my bread cunt

Better watch out cause I’m pressing your meds cunt

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Father Be With Us

Poetic Ammo, Taj • 1998

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