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out your body pt 2 - tf lyrics

stain on your life faneto
body in the trunk like a kilo
n-ggas claim they a f-ckin’ monsta
imma show yall who on beast mode
ill flame you up and let the heat blow
leave a n-gga stankin’ like fritos
then im gone off to puerto rico
smokin cuban cigs countin c-notes

fame and hoes you can keep those
i got questions you can answer tho
like why the f-ck your k!llers never k!lled
and where the f-ck is the k you tote

my k!llers out lurkin’
they strapped up like purses
them bullets come burnin’
you hurtin’ for certain
and searchin’ for surgeons
fam gathered at churches
your pictures on shirts
cryin’ preaches and hearces

you got me f-cked up thought i wasn’t returnin’
fans got you in memory recitin’ your verses
if you get scared and go to the church
and im moving in silence
my 9 gotta silence
i silence then sermon
got shorties out with me
they probably out murderin’
dressed up in all black hoppin’ out the excursion
f-ck a ski mask im really purgin’

claim you up next then im takin’ your place
remember back then you was rockin’ them braids
back in the day im talkin’ 3rd grade
now you the sh-t cuz you got you some fame
f-ck dissin’ for fame
all of a sudden he throwin’ up rakes
he lowkey informin’ he rattin’ to jakes
them gs find out they get rid of the flake
get rid of the snake by blowin’ the 8

its really hard to call you a monsta
merch you got a k and a chopper
put it on rico you got a revolver
gon’ head lil n-gga put it on your momma
real n-ggas dont do that pillow talkin’
got b-tches thatll shoot like tony parker
in the icu with sh-tbags and walkers
shooters laid in your bushes like a crazy b-tch stalkin’

lyin’ in your songs like you really shootin’
do you really got a gun b-tch n-gga prove it
first time chaise k!lled you now i hate to do it
this rap sh-t ain’t you stick to hoopin’
your b-tch was on my d-ck now she a groupie
you ain’t a d-mn k!ller who the f-ck you foolin’
never bust no shots what the f-ck was you doin’
when it come down to me n-gga ain’t no losin’

who the f-ck is monsta?
a fake -ss n-gga
what alan stand for?
a lame -ss n-gga

got kicked out the crib
out of state -ss n-gga
now he dissin off the sh-ts
cocaine -ss n-gga
ran to meechie crib cryin
feel my pain -ss n-gga
apologize to the fans you f-ckin’ -ss kisser
you can call this sh-t here a f-ckin’ -ss kicker
how yall thought he was gonna k!ll me
he ain’t never tote a pistol
wanna send shots?
come and catch a missle
front page on the paper
come and get your issue
give this rap sh-t up
it could all be so simple
they gonna have this bumpin’
like a motherf-ckin pimple
talkin’ out your neck
blow the motherf-ckin whistle
you a standstill target everything gonna hit you
i k!lled this n-gga farewell this a motherf-ckin’ tribute
my d-ck was in her mouth and you let the b-tch kiss you

you said you was gonna bodybag me
k!ll me, toetag me
break me in half bodycast me
take off and hopefully p-ss me
imma go and load the mac squeeze
smile when you see that flash cheese
if your momma wanna beg and plead
imma put 3 in that b-tch spleen
drop her down to her f-ckin knees
put it on camera make you watch the screen
hollow tips long clips its a scary scene
wanna play games this is saw 3
if im a f-ckin’ problem then solve me
n-ggas still sweatin off that molly
your fans hyped your head up like coffee
im sick of n-ggas jumpin’ out they body……

(outro)
i came back around to catch this double homi
this is the second chapter of out your body

- tf lyrics

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