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on hots - tata lyrics

[intro: tata]
(italia, make that b*tch turn it)
everything dead
(ayo eli, what the f*ck?)
aah!
like, graah

[chorus: tata]
everything dead, yeah, it’s lit
why these opp n*ggas suckin’ our d*ck?
catch an opp, he get beat with the grip
and i’m smokin’ that boy who got shot in his sh*t
n0body move, then n0body hit
i be smokin’ dotti to the face
like i’m [?], i’m lettin’ it rip
i’ma unleash the chop and turn ’em to a knit
[verse1: tata]
jenny shooting, she play for the knicks
they keep dissin’, might slide though the ‘mitch
winterdabrat, who the f*ck is that b*tch?
on bro, you look dirty as sh*t
how you sayin’ you 41k, and you lookin’ real bummy, you need to buy a fit
why is edot baby on my d*ck?
aight, f*ck him, add ’em to the list
like, ross got them runnin’ rick
beam on the grip, think he takin’ a fl!ck
i ain’t never said nothing to boy, his mans went bye, he started suckin’ d*ck
i ain’t never said nothing ’bout notti, before that boy died i seen him tryna diss
like what, who the f*ck is this kid?
why these opp n*ggas cappin’ and sh*t?
like, stop it
f*ck a f*nny, got it in my pocket
why you lying, and saying i copped it?
on bro, i won’t feed in that nonsense
he tried to run, and got shot out his shoes
what the f*ck is this cj goon? (cj)
bullets inflate a n*gga, like balloon (balloons)
i got a baddie, she shakin’ the room, d*mn, d*mn, d*mn
oh, you say you the heart of your hood? (on bro)
f*ck around, and get shot in your hood (grahh, grahh, boom)
and these n*ggas not spinnin’ the ville, i’m just waiting to see, i wish a n*gga would
b*tches be thots, tryna act like they not
no number two, i am the sh*t
grahh grahh, like jenny said, that boy a shooter, only in my spliff
[verse 2: dee billz]
like, what happened to notti?
n*gga dissed, and got sent to the lobby
opps dyin’, that sh*t made me jolly
pop a yellow, and bro pop a molly
say we gonna get stitches?
n*gga lied
and i’m smokin’ that boy, got me high
i’m on chester, on the five
pop out with the dot, let’s some [?]
someone just died, and y’all wanna make music
i don’t know man, that couldn’t be me
knock the goon out his cj, block on replay, waitin’ to hop out the v
n*ggas be runnin’ they mouth on the media, go get back, y’all n*ggas is losin’
took a sh*t to my d*ck, if i catch him, it’s lit, i’ma show him that i’m really goonin’, graah
last name ek, last name goon
and both of y’all n*ggas is p*ssy
catch lil’ dd, break him like a cookie, like
n*gga you a rookie, like
if you f*ck wit’ em, duck wit’ em, big ebk not one of them
if you f*ck wit’ em, duck wit’ em, catch you wit’ em better run wit’ em, grahh

- tata lyrics

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