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tek it freestyle v2 - tjayromani lyrics

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[intro: tjayromani]

tek it freestyle v2 n*gga run it

(you just can’t call stay, stay)

[verse 1: tjayromani]

runnin’ back to that n*gga crib ’cause he f*ckin’ talkin’ dat sh*t pulled up wit dat bl!cky shoot his whole family up

you dead b*tch n*gga thought it was so funny to diss 1500 but i pulled up wit dat bl!ck and now we started huntin’ ! (you dead b*tch!), (but i pulled up wit dat bl!ck and now we started huntin’ !)
find that n*gga hidin’ in his f*ckin’ closet pulled up wit dat bl!cky aimed it at his head and started boppin’ (started boppin’)

n*gga now beggin’ for his life but it’s too late for that you dissed the gang and now you gonna be motherf*ckin’ dead (now beggin’ for his life but it’s too late for that sh*t),(dead b*tch)

[verse 2: tjayromani]

(i watch the news let it run my mood can’t stop thinking of you)

b*tch!, now we back on track and i’m countin all dat bread n*ggas always say we broke but we really got them f*ckin’ racks (ay, all dem bands, we get dem racks!)

and if you start dissin’ f*ckin’ gang we’ll pull up wit dat f*ckin’ thang and f*ckin’ split yo f*ckin’ brain cause you is a b*tch ass mane (wit dat f*ckin’ bl!ck!, ay f*ckin’ bang)

n*ggas like to sneak diss but when you pull up to them in real life they start runnin’ back to they crib cause they ain’t really ’bout that (b*tch n*ggas!)

bout that life!, n*gga they really is b*tch they don’t really got dem sticks they don’t really tote bl!cks them n*ggas really b*tch they can’t really be talkin all dat sh*t they don’t tote no f*ckin’ bl!ck they all cappin’ for the net (they really is b*tch they don’t really got dem sticks they don’t really tote bl!cks), (talkin’ sh*t), (they don’t really tote no bl!ck)

they don’t got them f*ckin’ sticks, they don’t got them f*ckin’ bl!cks they like to cap for the net cause they are so f*ckin’ b*tch (they like to cap for the net cause they are so f*ckin’ b*tch)

yeah these n*ggas is some motherf*ckin’ b*tch n*ggas try to pull up and i’ll shoot you wit dat stick n*gga (shoot you wit dat stick n*gga!)

pull up to my block and you’ll f*ckin’ regret that sh*t, pull up wit the bl!ck and i’m blastin’ away and shi’ bih, ay! i watch the news let it run my mood (f*ckin regret that sh*t!), (grah grah boom!), (i watch the news let it run my mood)

- tjayromani lyrics

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