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see you soon - t-bone (det) lyrics

[intro]
i was just playin’, i was just playin’, man, you feel me?
yeah

[verse]
firework got my line bangin’
up bl!ck, take your sh*t like this mines, ain’t it?
you ain’t got no money on you, but it’s on your mind, ain’t it?
ain’t it?
is it?
i’m standin’ tall on the business, n*gga, you a midget
doin’ fraud, unc’ made a quarter ticket off a widget
tell the opps pick they grave, ’cause i’m finna dig it
swingin’ racks around like i’m playin’ tennis
i’m just chillin’ in the lab like a f*ckin’ chemist
this is not a gimmick
i be watchin’ what i say ’cause everybody mimic
sixty shots on me, it’ll go down any minute
gang’ll spin on a n*gga for a lil’ spinach
i’ll turn you to an image, i’m a f*ckin’ menace
she let me hit, so i bought the b*tch some lululemon
amiri for my denim, i’ll slime a n*gga out with black like i be with venom
hoppin’ out a foreign car, this is not a rental
my unc’ said he sellin’ dog, but it’s not a kennel
how that n*gga got it on him but it’s not in him?
designer on me, i got broads in atlanta
unc’ sellin’ by the time i’m on tour hannah
she gon’ blow me for that cake but i’m not a candle
double g’s, paid eleven hundred for my sandals
this is not a scandal
hop out a bag on a n*gga like i’m [?]
doin’ missions for that pape’, i done caught a dub with a randall
i be taxin’ everybody like i’m fanum
want me to buy her kid a gift, f*ck i look like, santa?
i’m thor with the hammer
the b*tch want me to pick her up, so i’m finna slam her
up chop, tryna put a n*gga on a banner
hit him up top, somebody call the cops
right now, i’m at the spot, what you tryna cop?
i started from the bottom, watch me make it to the top
got your b*tch walkin’ ’round my crib naked
my youngin want some money, but he don’t know how to make it
i’m in the er with my stick but i ain’t wreck*it
i think i need to pop a perc’ ’cause my sh*t achin’
r.i.p. my brothers, sometimes i be wishin’ we could trade places
just got the drop on an opp, he tryna trade places
the .308 hit him, he gon’ have to change faces
i’ve been workin’ for the blues
i ain’t givin’ out no clues
use to f*ck up out the bed, if you snooze, you gon’ lose
i got all these b*tches tryna get on board, i’m the cruise
the fn’ll put his ass on cnn news
can’t fall in love with the b*tch ’cause she faker than her b00bs
i’m off a couple shrooms
don’t float around the room
and i got three words for the opps, “see you soon”
heard he died from the [?], i’m in the hood with my goons

- t bone det lyrics

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