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tragic 2 - tfe moddi lyrics

tragic 2 lyrics
(intro) heard it was tragic
heard they ain’t pull up on mask
they ain’t wastin’ no time they just blasted
swervin’ through traffic
see no remorse in my eyes
i was crossed but yo ass he was chattin’
see how it happen
you was a bro in my eyes but i’ll never respect how you acted
its word to the trap

talk about fake you da n*gga who went out his way just to rat
the f*ck is all that
n*ggas know i was there holdin’ my weight so you should’ve been holding my back
but f*ck it cause now its too late and them n*ggas that’s witchu
my n*gga i promise its wraps
my dogs gon’ attack
and don’t go nowhere near the hood if i find out is holes in ya back
you back in the city i wish yo ass swung first
boy i promise you woulda been dumb hurt
have ya b*tch in the back tryna use words
yo moddi you can’t even do worst
but i couldn’t hit first
you wasn’t on sh*t usin them big words
you was stuntin
but if i cracked you i’d be wilin’
they gon say i wasn’t on that time an’
place blame on me for startin
so i let him do that talkin
this n*gga tryna wrestle me
like n*gga you won’t lean to the death of me
like catch these hands or better dead key, like
this n*gga tryna mess wit me, i’ll drop 3 bandz better rest in piece, like
yo word on my mother i’m sick of this b*tch ass dumb n*gga
wanna be lit ass bum n*gga
heard you got l!ck’ twice chump
an one of those times sh*t done n*gga
he said he gone line me then wassup
put on my big (got?), punk n*gga sh*t guy?
stuck wit it
yo f*ck it the point of this track clearly wasn’t for fun n*gga i’m tryna scr*p
just one on one i ain’t talkin no bl!ckeys
and n*gga i know you don’t got any straps
so then stop all the cap
bullets get to the thirtys you st*rdy then show me my n*gga thats down
we know you ain’t (max?)
so lets stop all the actin and try to get actin them cops comin back
who put you on that shawty said “nah bro this n*gga is whack”
shoutout to ace let me know if that n*gga act up we’ll be back (he don’t belong)
we call you some snakes cause when you ain’t lookin they finna attack
i know where you stay
you got 24 from release to go drop where you fightin’ me at
heard it was tragic
heard they ain’t pull up on mask they ain’t wastin’ no time they just blasted
and they swervin’ thru traffic
see no remorse in my eyes i was crossed but yo ass he was chattin’
they said how it happen
you was a bro in my eyes but i’ll never respect how you acted
it’s word to the trap
talk about fake you da n*gga who went out his way just to rat, the f*ck is all that?
n*ggas know i was there holdin’ my weight so you shoulda been holdin’ my back
but f*ck it cause now its too late and them n*ggas thats witchu my n*gga i promise its wraps
my dogs on attack
and don’t go nowhere near the hood if i find out is holes in ya back
cause sh*t can get tragic n*gga i promise this sh*t’ll get tragic n*gga
n*ggas know i was there holdin my weight so you shouldve been chillin just holdin my back
but f*ck it cause now its too late and them n*ggas thats witchu my n*gga i promise its wraps
my dogs on attack
and don’t go nowhere near the hood if i find out is holes in ya back
cause sh*t can get tragic n*gga i promise this sh*t’ll get tragic n*gga
(not writing the outro cause i can’t understand half the words in it)

- tfe moddi lyrics

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