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forensics - tajsoochllc lyrics

i was gone, but now i’m back
imma pull up leave you flat
got a performante rarri
spinning the block
running these laps
i got some rugers and some macs
b*tch i’m smoking on that gas
your man got shot up in the snow
now that b*tch ain’t coming back
left your girl up in the streets
got some brothers
catching bodies
f*cking thotties in the east
pack a punch when it come to that beef
triple homicide
now he apart of the decease
bullets to his head and he caught a brief
i’mma put all my opps in a blunt and the mainland on a leash
making this money
turned me to addict
sliding on blocks
bought me a patek
brodie make a call for war and start snapping
shooting these opps
in my city
i be capping
quaterback money like the cover of madden
2 bullets to his chest and he drop like aladdin
when it come to the fire i’m just like a dragon
f*ck on her friend, but i still got her clapping
two tone flash on my vv’s start dancing
all my hitters
coolin in a manision
on a opp block
looking to expand it
moving these bricks
turned into my passion
that boy he lippy
end up in a casket
my life is a movie
the camera keep flashing
your man a b*tch
he ending up passing
switching on hoes
my mode it be passive
f*ck up the game
watching the cash flip
dropping 3 bodies
call it a hat trick
smoking on who
little b*tch that’s your last spiff
light up the block
with a 40 and a mag clip
demon in the cut
cruising the city
with a bad b*tch
cartier bracelet
living so lavish
big stepper really about that action
step in my city get put on a caption
green light on your head and we laughing
swiping the card we ain’t checking no balance
thought we was gang so tell me what happened
glock 40 with a pole
i be whacking
caught lacking
now that boy need a napkin
big body mane in the whip i be packin
promised my brothers to f*ck up the game
i ain’t hc, but you can catch a fade
i was gone, but now i’m back
imma pull up leave you flat
got a performante rarri
spinning the block
running these laps
i got some rugers and some macs
b*tch i’m smoking on that gas
your man got shot up in the snow
now that b*tch ain’t coming back
left your girl up in the streets
got some brothers
catching bodies
f*cking thotties in the east
pack a punch when it come to that beef
triple homicide
now he apart of the decease
bullets to his head and he caught a brief
i’mma put all my opps in a blunt and the mainland on a leash

p*ssy ass b*tch come here and get your get back
shot him in the dome
b*tch can’t get his head back
f*cked her last night now you can’t get your wife back
talking that sh*t now that b*tch ain’t gonna type back
life back calling my phone how she like that
drip stepper
big draco
no mich jack
don’t care if you losing still fight back
gone for 2 years motherf*cker i came right back
feeling like ab
the way that i snipe that
your b*tch a thot
i wouldn’t wife that
dumped a whole clip and we spinning right back
opps in the air i know that you smell that
reality check
that boy need a life map
srt little vv’s and a night strap
llc little cc’s that’s no cap
hit in the chest that boy can’t get his height back
talking that sh*t
getting you hit
ballin on the court
sooch don’t miss
rolling with a stick
hitting a l!ck
pull up you get shot with a bl!ck
came from the dirt
family off the strip
srt trackhawk just got a lift
she got a ass just bought some tits
i can’t beef with clowns so don’t try to diss
i got knocks and a couple of spiffs
i got a drop with a couple of clips
cashing out bands
with a little bit of chips
making them stack with a couple of scripts
overseas money came right off the trip
bro make a wave might sink a ship
foreign the whip
designer the drip
this year imma make sure you restin in p*ss
i was gone, but now i’m back
imma pull up leave you flat
got a performante rarri
spinning the block
running these laps
i got some rugers and some macs
b*tch i’m smoking on that gas
your man got shot up in the snow
now that b*tch ain’t coming back
left your girl up in the streets
got some brothers
catching bodies
f*cking thotties in the east
pack a punch when it come to that beef
triple homicide
now he apart of the decease
bullets to his head and he caught a brief
i’mma put all my opps in a blunt and the mainland on a leash

du du du du du
that’s how i step on b*tches

du du du du du
that’s how i step on b*tche

- tajsoochllc lyrics

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