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b$o [freestyle] - tanaj lockhart lyrics

yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, ooh, ooh
what, yeah, what yeah, ok
(verse 1)
f*ck bso i don’t f*ck with 12 (f*ck 12)
if getting money wasn’t right they’d send me right to jail (right to jail)
i don’t f*ck with rats either my uncle in a cell (in a cell)
can’t f*ck with n*ggas in my state ’cause they pray i fail (they pray i fail)
i got forties in my clip you could hold a sh*ll (hold it)
and i been smoking on this runtz you just know the smell (you just know the smell)
you ain’t solid lil n*gga you be the type to tell (type to tell)
who need jwett on how to swipe my n*gga tryna sell (tryna sell)
foreign b*tches all in my crib no kiss and tell (kiss and tell)
i was cooling in london with a b*tch from walеs (b*tch from wales)
she just want a n*gga to pay for her hair and nails (hair and nails)
if you tryna makе some bread let me hold your zelle (hold your zelle)
give me a few minutes, let me finish my sentence
in all black range, my windows is tinted
got your girl in my messages showing me her titties (titties)
i’m just tryna be the hottest n*gga in my city (city)
n*ggas doubting me, f*ck ’em (f*ck ’em)
talking sh*t on the net but in person don’t say nothing (say nothing)
we gon’ catch ’em lacking p*ssy n*gga stop with the bluffing (stop bluffing)
up it ima buss it ain’t time for no discussion (let me finish this b*tch up)
(verse 2)
hit the gas got me higher than a f*cking pilot
had to kick the b*tch up out the spot she got too excited
n*ggas on my… (aw f*ck, yeah hold on)
n*ggas always on my d*ck, f*ck it just let ’em ride it
he a b*tch by himself only gangster when his homies around him
n*ggas ain’t believe in me i could show ’em now
yeah, b*tch i been the realest n*gga since the day i was circumcised
(yeah hold on)
(alright yeah)
all my n*ggas real, all my n*ggas ain’t ever lied
face my f*cking problems p*ssy n*gga i ain’t ever hiding
this hoe think she’s special keep another one on the side
catch ’em and i stretch ’em you could tell all my n*ggas sliding (all my n*ggas sliding)
all my n*ggas sliding, you could tell all my n*ggas sliding (what, what)
all my n*ggas sliding, you could tell all my n*ggas sliding (what, what)
i don’t hang around no snakes (what)
all these p*ssy n*ggas fake
keep a forty on my waist

- tanaj lockhart lyrics

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