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n here - t.0wee lyrics

[chorus: t.0wee]
you no different than the last n*gga
that mean i’ll put a whole in you too
i ain’t worryin’ ’bout no role playin’ opera n*ggas
he’s a b*tch with a wig, he’s an opera singer (runnitupkel)
she wanna swallow all my kids he’s an opportunist
i need every red cent from your pocket movin’
not new real act’ ’cause she love the way i pop it to her
hey, big old stepper, watch your step ‘fore the glock get boomin’ (put boo on it)

[verse 1: t.0wee]
mean muggin’ [?] in these gucci kicks
i’m sittin’ over with a thick b*tch doin’ movie sh*t
chopper ate him up to split his wig like a bougie b*tch
the doctor ain’t enough, he need a verse from the holy spirit
me and baby daddy fight, he told the police where our honey love
i ain’t your chest out ’cause lil’ n*ggas totin’ pogo sticks
leave a deebo stretched out in the middle of the street where coco live
eyesores, drip step on a broke ho, lil’ stanky b*tch
just need four hoes, one pole and an eighth in the air
on my tippy toes, some more dough, it’s a safe in here
eenie*meenie*mo, they tagged him and his face in the air
all i wanna know is where it’s at? i see drank in here
every n*gga with me known to carry bigger bats than a baseball player
really really big old straps like a gun game player
have fun givin’ you them backshots, but i’ll catch you later
you said, “i don’t know a n*gga like him, he’s way too tailored
[verse 2: blue pesos]
“p, why you walkin’ with that chop?” i’m way too famous
get a n*gga flipped over a phrase, better watch your language
if you ain’t got the fee from me, i’m not gon’ answer
smart remarks get him chalked, n*gga, say somethin’
four to the face inside the cream, i’m a lean junkie
“that’s a awful lot of cough syrup” hoodie on, skiied up
i hope somebody get the mop and get this cleaned up
kel*tecs and them e*sigs, too, for them mean muggers
quit the wolfin’, lil’ bro, you ain’t no shot caller
one phone call, the youth’ll come and tape the block for me
creepin’ through the dark with the .40s in them black hoodies
i’m from stinc team, b*tch, and over here, we don’t do bullies

[chorus: t.0wee]
you no different than the last n*gga
that mean i’ll put a whole in you too
i ain’t worryin’ ’bout no role playin’ opera n*ggas
he’s a b*tch with a wig, he’s an opera singer
she wanna swallow all my kids he’s an opportunist
i need every red cent from your pocket movin’
not new real act’ ’cause she love the way i pop it to her
hey, big old stepper, watch your step ‘fore the glock get boomin’

[verse 3: t.0wee]
i hate .223s, made his head hit the floor like a ddt
i’m straight to the back, this joint has adt
stupid, why you get the vario whacked and didn’t let me see?
where we from, we don’t cover gang tats, b*tch, we let ’em breathe
why you mad? you don’t like the disrespect? that’s just what it be (n*gga)
go and look close at this tat, it’s a [?]
n*gga ain’t have his chest out in la county, who he think he foolin’?
nah, for real, patrick folk already do somethin’
ten steps in my timbs for them blue hundreds
you can catch me hangin’ with big ben and his blue buddies
i get to trippin’, f*ck around skin a skin off an ape’s stomach
think he big, gon’ get cooked after ten hit his mcm*ffin
f*ck around and sn*tch [?] by his neck like, n*gga, quit quackin’
let me slow it down a bit, i’m gettin’ too violent
a f*ck in a one ten, she scared but i’m so excited
reachin’ over for this cookie, told her, “don’t try it”
she’s a lil’ hottie, got more head than body and i wanna try it
when you suckin’, make me swerve if it’s that good
that b*tch gon’ put his wardrobe in a curve if there a rock in it
they don’t mind tellin’ a b*tch to do that, she was not kiddin’
leftin’ a right pocket full, i just fought sindey
liu kang on her back so i stinc teamed at her
four f&n gave me a fade like some high tech clippers
i’m a yacht and he’s a boat so my waves are bigger
[outro]
(put boo on it)

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