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tnt - tatsei lyrics

[intro]
hol’up
ll
sh*t in the backseat, ho
got sh*t in the backseat, ho
got sh*t in the backseat, ho
tnt, tnt
finna blow up, yeah
got sh*t in the backseat, n*gga
hol’up, hol’up
hol’up, hol’up, hol’up, hol’up, hol’up

[chorus]
yeah, tnt, i’m boutta blow up, 2025, yeah
just tapped that b*tch in the back so good, that it made her cry, yeah
got sh*t in the backseat, uh
got cash in the backseat, uh
got drugs in the backseat, uh
got my sl*ts in the backseat, yuh
drugs, them potions, what it is, that i’m mixin’ up (yeah)
thugs, that mob, yeah, them n*ggas that i got strapped*up (yeah)
guns, that iron, love my silver, yeah i keep it tucked (yeah)
clothes, my car, even my phone case, it stay tanked as f*ck (yeah, yeah)

[verse]
navy blue on my whip, b*tch, i’m swervin’ in that cybertruck (yeah)
some of you n*ggas so talentless, they’d be sold back then for like two bucks
hate, or love me, n*gga, yeah, i don’t give no f*cks
hate, or love me*love me*love me*love me*love me*love me
frozen patek on my wrist, yeah, ha
it ain’t tickin’, uh (yeah)
diamonds all over my b*tch, yeah, ha
& they glisten, yeah
she say “i’m yo’ biggest fan! i’m yo’ biggest fan!”
yeah, but where these b*tches at when i ain’t have no bands, yeah
ok, like left*right, left*right, left*right, left*right, yeah
yeah, like left*right, left*right, left*right, left*right, yeah
cozyworld, huh, on my body, hol’up, yeah
cozyworld, yeah, on my body, hol’up, yeah
when i walk outside, there go the paparazzi
they want a picture*picture
d*mn, yo’ b*tch thinkin’ ’bout my d*ck & how it’s bigger*bigger
it’s k!ll on sight, hand on my gun, it’s on that trigger*trigger
i’m a violent n*gga, noose on his neck like he a n*gga*n*gga
[chorus]
yeah, tnt, i’m boutta blow up, 2025, yeah
just tapped that b*tch in the back so good, that it made her cry, yeah
got sh*t in the backseat, uh
got cash in the backseat, uh
got drugs in the backseat, uh
got my sl*ts in the backseat, yuh
drugs, them potions, what it is, that i’m mixin’ up (yeah)
thugs, that mob, yeah, them n*ggas that i got strapped*up (yeah)
guns, that iron, love my silver, yeah i keep it tucked (yeah)
clothes, my car, even my phone case, it stay tanked as f*ck (yeah, yeah)

- tatsei lyrics

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