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tap in - dej loaf lyrics

[intro]
hit em with the jab
buddah bless this beat

[chorus: dej loaf]
come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your backend
most of these n*ggas be cappin’, we gon’ bring the racks in
come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your backend
most of these n*ggas be cappin’, we gon’ bring the racks in
we got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door
pull a tk in that cash, we hit him three times in a row
i don’t know about yours, but my n*ggas, they on go
and we higher than a b*tch for anybody who want smoke

[verse 1: dej loaf]
yes, i took that n*gga b*tch, i gave her back, she was broke
rockin’ all of this designer, it don’t come out in the store
if i tеll it how it is i could never get еxposed
f*ck that internet beef, i rather hit you on the phone
i don’t feel like gettin’ dressed, i prolly come out in the rover
had to cut a b*tch off, she was playin’ with her nose
that’s your b*tch, but she was playin’ with the bros
n*gga, no snitch, we be talkin’ in that code, like
you snitched, why them people at your door, like?
n*gga, you folded, you told it
yeah, and everybody knows it
yeah, i said, “everybody knows it” (yeah)
all of my b*tches the baddest, we don’t do fake asses
some of my n*ggas be trappin’, some of my n*ggas be scammin’
long as they gettin’ that salad, long as that gettin’ that cabbage
you b*tches is, woo
[chorus: dej loaf, dej loaf & 42 dugg]
come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your backend
most of these n*ggas be cappin’, we gon’ bring the racks in
come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your backend
most of these n*ggas be cappin’, we gon’ bring the racks in
we got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door
pull a tk in that cash, we hit him three times in a row
i don’t know about yours, but my n*ggas, they on go
and we higher than a b*tch for anybody who want smoke

[verse 2: 42 dugg]
yeah, ric’ doin’ sixty, i’m gettin’ fifty, i want forty
can trust these b*tches, might be there when that sh*t important
yeah, i know they be hatin’, i have no, i keep it on me
yeah, i say i’ma pay her, really gon’ play her, end of story
i done drove ’em and crashed ’em, i’m talkin’ benzes, talkin’ porsches
all my n*ggas get active, you try to run up, they escort ya
my b*tches passin’ their courses, i’m thuggin’, f*ckin’, endorsin’
my cousin called it extortion, i barely try n*ggas, force ’em
i’m lit, i’m lit, i’m lit, got dej back on her sh*t
won’t squash beef with no lame until i f*ck his b*tch
they still chasin’ that clout, i’m still servin’ my route
i just ordered a thousand, thumb that sh*t under my couch
still got bricks all in my house once i move on, i’m out
put my d*ck in her mouth, i don’t love ’em or cuff ’em
.41s on me, both bussin’
when i come in your spot i back end, n*ggas know that bag, yeah
[chorus: dej loaf, sada baby & dej loaf & sada baby]
come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your backend
most of these n*ggas be cappin’, we gon’ bring the racks in
come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your backend
most of these n*ggas be cappin’, we gon’ bring the racks in
we got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door (ayy)
pull a tk in that cash, we hit him three times in a row
i don’t know about yours, but my n*ggas, they on go (hey, they tcg, ayy)
and we higher than a b*tch for anybody who want smoke (ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy, now look)

[verse 3: sada baby]
we some apes who move, dawg, i keep draco for my breth’
p*ssy n*gga hit my line, why is you in my dm?
instagram gon’ be the death of internet n*ggas and friends
f*cked your b*tch and gave her back, she had a love jones for my mans
i’ma tell the truth, remember when the rope was wrapped around me?
b*tches love me ’cause i lie with ’em but don’t cap around ’em
hit your hood in my new foreign, i might do some laps around ya
ain’t gotta up this mac while i’m on mac with dej, attract them commons
okay, woo, woo, there it is (oh, yeah)
suppressor, i don’t know how that b*tch soundin’
your b*tch got you out here poutin’, made you leave her in a lost and found
east side n*gga, big, almighty, pop a perc’, make her pull a all*nighter
make a n*gga jit with this rifle, let me see your book work
i tried to tell ya we had poles, glad i ain’t know ya’
p*ssy n*gga gettin’ exposed, thought i ain’t know ya’ (hm, hm, hm*hm*hm*hm)
(hm*hm*hm*hm) but now it’s over, you n*ggas is, ugh
[chorus: dej loaf]
come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your backend
most of these n*ggas be cappin’, we gon’ bring the racks in
come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your backend
most of these n*ggas be cappin’, we gon’ bring the racks in
we got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door
pull a tk in that cash, we hit him three times in a row
i don’t know about yours, but my n*ggas, they on go
and we higher than a b*tch for anybody who want smoke

- dej loaf lyrics

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