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codeine n pills - tsm beeezy lyrics

[intro]
desire
yeah b what it do
ay b what it do
ayo b what it do
ay what it do

[verse 1: desire]
i’m in this b*tch with my troops
i’m in the back of the ‘benz
she tryna give me some smooch
and my flow is so crazy
i swear i’m never gon’ lose
b*tch tryna have my baby
i’m sippin’ mud glue
lv backpack with a strap in the back, i’m in the muf*ckin’ maybach
he tryna run, bullets gon’ catch that and turn the lil b*tch to a hashtag
perc’s, drank, money, yeah, that’s my plan
this b*tch talkin’ bout she want some wock, man that b*tch a fan
tell ’em that i want that money, i want it crazy
and if you plannin’ on runnin’ up on me, lil b*tch better face me
cause i’m gon’ try to put the laser on you, leave you in the pavement
gt i’m racin’
mask on like jason

[verse 2: tsm beeezy]
told lil mama finna hold on, just hold on
told lil mama that we goin’ home, won’t be long
everything that i’m doin’ wrong, you get on
i love it when i come home, you in your thong
i mix that wock with that tris, have a h*lluva night
i’m off them roxy’s with my b*tch, yeah she matchin’ my vibe
i put a d*ck in my bl!ck, finna knock off them guys
i put a hit on that b*tch, get him gone by the night
yeah we been ridin’ with extendo’s
that boy hopin’ [?] get low
i’m tryna get you and you kin fo’
the b*tch just know what he’s here for
they wanna know what i’m in for
i can’t be givin’ up info
throwin’ ’em racks at your window
waitin’ for you to tell me “go home”
[verse 3: desire]
and i know that you lovin’ this life
and i know you wanna be my wife
please don’t stab me in the back with knife, yeah
walk up in saks, give a f*ck ’bout the price
i’m up in louis witchu, go head get you some nice

[verse 4: tsm beeezy]
she want that fendi, that louis, that gucci, that prada
don’t matter what you want, baby girl just know that i got ya
pull up in the motherf*ckin’ ‘benz, all the heads yeah they watchin’
they mad that they can’t stop it
lil beeezy, been wildin’
balenci up in my closet
they mention me cause i’m the topic
got groupie b*tches tryna top me
in the bag, b*tch it’s been a hobby
smokin’ gas had her workin’ [?]
said ima fall off, b*tch i doubt it
ima spend a bag cause i got it

- tsm beeezy lyrics

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