4:53am - tana lyrics
[verse 1: tana]
she wanna chat, let’s chat
i’m breaking her back, her back
i’m throwin’ racks on racks
how she throwin’ her ass like that?
shawty just popped her a flat
she like, “how you talk like that?”
i’m beatin’ her back in
fillin’ her stomach, just ’cause that p*ssy fat
oh, you wanna chat? let’s chat
as long as that sh*t ’bout racks
oh, you in the city?
you just touched down?
i’m ’bout to bring you a pack
no, we don’t tolerate snitches or b*tches
no, we don’t tolerate rats
my body can’t handle this molly
my body can’t handle this x
and all of that small talk childish
i told her i just want s*x
b*tch, i don’t know why you callin’
i’m in the air on a jet
i bet i’m the fastest to run up a thousand
oh, you don’t think so? make bet
spanish b*tch, hop on top the car, take her shirt off and flash hеr tits
i hit syd and left atlanta then turnt london into magic city
two hoes could makе the whole d*ck disappear, these magic b*tches
countin’ money, laughin’ at you, you a dumbass if you think we laughin’ with you
i just sent my london b*tch a selfie, she say i’m mad styll
oh, you think you slime more slime than us? you gon’ get your slatt k!lled
‘kay, somebody asked me ’bout fallin’ off, i don’t know what that is
she hit me, tryna come up and link at the spot
i’m breakin’ her back in
i’m out in london, we strapped
have my gorillas attack
soon as i land, i need fire
my brother come bring me a mac
i’m makin’ this sh*t off a mac
i got where i needed, no map
i make sure my shooters is strapped
i got where i needed, no map
her waist is mad ill, say i’m mad, still
smokin’ mad dope, f*ck a brand deal
syds’ got a sniper, watch ya back, still
b*tches gettin’ sn*tched, n*ggas gettin’ k!lled
the tings love the bounce ’cause they got ear
bad b*tches comin’, two or three pairs
closet mad ill, no second*hand, only retail
i can’t sign a deal, not even mills, ‘less the sh*t still
[verse 2: teebofg]
racks in, i get racks out
i get the packs in, i get packs out
had about twenty glocks with the gun, pow*pow, likkle n*gga, get put down
baddie looking all too dead, she came back looking all chung now
live in the moment never did do play play, like cotton get picked out
threw the b*lls, ny knicks
with the back cl!cking arthritis
taking her gown off like a scientist
neck watered off like a baptist
n*gga i rap dis
you get stretched out like a rag doll
next time hitting up the baddie
last time she embarked in the catapult
if you don’t make racks then your stupid
hit with a hat on like i’m lupin
twin baddies in the back whip had to ask who are you choosing
on a wave n*ggas sir cruising
n*ggas are losing, cruising, cadillac bruising from the matte black
jetlag coming like man went baghdad with a p5 pad
[verse 3: young eman]
top back, lean sag, came from the west end
swaggin’ my baddie, want you and your best friend
got a petrol, wrist irridiscent
jaw strong cheeks in, look like a meth head
esports get scrum in a [?]
tesla, nicola belic
and my bro got light like tana
in the district, rising tana
you ain’t bad stop moving para
tell a rude boy watch your manner
i got ela wanting my commas
sp*ce her legs like writing a para
you got friends? cool, ménage
b*lls all through like i’m giving her panna
my hand all up in the air like i’m looking for signal
really i’m flexing this two tone
black and white in a suit though
my baddie got back like a sumo
can’t refer to man with my government, call me my pseudo
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