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Yeah, Tafia, Street Fanci, Part 2, you know what I'm saying
Ayy
Ayy, let go
Take your bitch, get to smackin'
She want some dick, she want some action
She want a boss, she want a captain
You was just floss, you was just cappin', ayy
I really come from that shit that you niggas rap about, yeah yeah
Trapping out a foreign, shit stank, gotta air it out, hold up, hold up
Fuck nigga, what you talkin' 'bout, boy you know I don't play, hold up, hold up
Disrespectin' get you hemmed up and get shot in the face, hold up, hold up
V12 get to poppin' somethin' like I threw a grenade, hold up, hold up
When a bunch of groupie niggas get together it's a pussy parade, hold up, hold up
Same old shit 'round the way
Nigga go hard, nigga get paid
And the Goyard, Gucci my face
Nigga been raw, sushi my plate, ayy
They don't even know how I get it, ayy
They don't even know how I spend it
Pussy ass nigga seen me get a little money
Now you wanna get close, wanna get friendly, ayy
I was in that V8 charging, hemi
Stash right there with a semi, ayy
I was on the grind for a minute
Whole pound bust down, you can hit me
Groom loud for a while when I'm finished
Been down on it while you was gettin' it, ayy
I ain't never trip, took a trip to the plug
Now the young nigga got the city litty, ayy
I don't need shit from you
Bossed up, I'm a Don, no Q
Red beam 'cause I'm counting all blues
Guillotine, I'ma start with your roof
I stay to myself like I'm new, huh
Ain't really much I won't do, huh
You wanna come try it, I never be biased
You doubting then you get it too, hold on, hold on
Mask on, mask off
It don't matter 'cause these niggas mad soft
Tomato bottle, mad sauce
Got 'em mad, now they throwin' bath salts
Flyest nigga ever, born with no propellers
Just some Margielas and cheddar, got 'em with the extras
Tell him it's whatever, thirty shots or better
Chopper go blocka, knock your whole head off, it's my pleasure
I do not play with nobody, who realer than me? nobody
Keith Sweat on the body, but then I forgot she a thotty
Water drippin' like a faucet, goin' hard not an option
Remember I was broke as a fuck
I done came up, now they want to fuck
Tight your frame up, them drillers with us
Bring my name up, I hit you with slugs
Hold the lanes up, them foreigns with us
Can you blame us? we came up from nothin', yeah
I like to see all my niggas eat, flippin' chickens like rotisserie
Bustin' pounds like I'm straight away, I need four out the gate, woo
Went from a half to a plate, never got fronted, I paid
I was just plottin' on plays
Niggas was hatin' to hate, I was unfoldin' them K's
Akin' five racks in a day, makin' a stack every day
Everyone makin' a way
Jamie gon' make him a way, Teefair gon' make him a way, yeah yeah
Steezy gon' make him a way, Randy gon' make him a way, hold on, hold on
Bambino gon' make him a way, D-Lo gon' make him a way, hold on, hold on
New York gon' make him a way, run it up like it's a race, I put them crackers on chase
I ain't goin' back behind them gates
Welcome home Meek and Gates
Mask on, mask off
It don't matter 'cause these niggas mad soft
Tomato bottle, mad sauce
Got 'em mad, now they throwin' bath salts
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