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tana teebo young eman
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She wan chat lets chat
I'm breakin her back her back
I'm throwin racks on racks
How she throwin her ass like that?
Shawty just popped her a flat
She like how u talk like that?
I'm beatin her back in fillin her stomach just cause that pussy fat
Oh you wanna chat? lets chat
As long as the shit bout racks
Oh you in the city? you just touched down im bout to bring u a pack
No we dont tolerate snitches or bitches
No we dont tolerate rats
My body cant handle this molly
My body cant handle this x
And all of that small talk childish
I told her i just want sex
Bitch ion know why you callin
I'm in the air on a jet
I bet im the fastest to run up a thousand
Oh you dont think so? make bet
Spanish bitch hop on top the car take her shirt off and flash her tits
I hit syd and left atlanta then turnt london into magic city
Two hoes could make the whole dick disappear these magic bitches
Countin money laughin at u you a dumbass if you think we laughin wit u
I just sent my london bitch a selfie she say im mad styll
Oh u think u slime more slime than us? you gone get yo slatt killed
K somebody asked me bout fallin off idk what that is
She hit me tryn come up and link at the spot
I'm breakin her back in
I'm out in london we strapped
Have my gorillas attack
Soon as i land i need fire
My brada come bring me a mac
I'm makin this shit off a mac
I got where i needed no map
I make sure my shooters is strapped
I got where i needed no map
Her waist is mad ill
Say im mad styll
Smokin mad dope
Fuck a brand deal
Syds got a sniper
Watch ya back still
Bitches gettin snatched **** gettin killed
The tings love the bounce cause they got ear
Bad bitches comin
2 or 3 pairs
Closet mad ill
No secondhand only retail
I cant sign a deal
Not even millz
Less the shit styll
Racks in i get racks out
I get the packs in i get packs out
Had about 20 glocks with a gum pow pow
Likkle **** get put down
Baddie looking all too dead
She came back looking all chung now
Live in the moment never did do play play
Like cotton get picked out
Fiddle balls NY Knicks
With the back clicking arthritis
Taking her gown off like a scientist
Neck watered off like a baptist
**** i rap dis
You get stretched out like a rag doll
Next time hitting up the baddie
Last time she embarked in the calpol
If you don't make racks then your stupid
Hit with a hat on like im lupin
Twin baddies in the back whip had to ask who are you choosing
On a wave n**** sir cruising
**** are losing cruising cadillac bruising from the matte black
Jet lag coming like man went baghdad with a P5 pad
Top back lean sag came the west end
Swaggin my baddies want you and your best friend
Got a petrol wrist irredencant
Jaw strong cheeks in look like a methead
E sports get scrum in a tesseh
Tesla nicola belic
And my bro got light like tana
In the distric rising tanas
You ain't bad stop moving para
Tell a rude watch your manner
I got ela wanting my commas
Space her legs like im writing para
You got friends cool manage
Balls all through i just gave her pana
My hand in the air like im looking for signal really i'm flexing this two tone
Black and white in a sudo
My baddie got back like a sumo
Can't refer to man wid my government call me my pseudo
Written by: tana teebo young eman