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lil dre6o - tour life lyrics

[intro]
hold on (alohea, did you make this?)
say what? let’s do it (choppin’ sh+t up like trippy)
uh, let’s do it
i can take some time off, still come back and f+ck, uh

[chorus]
i can take some time off, still come back, f+ck over n+ggas
he keep on postin’ on his page, it might be time to show them n+ggas
i cannot beef with no rat, please don’t say you my opp if you told on a n+gga
that n+gga went broke, in a dill, he tried to diss me, we put a hold on n+ggas, hold on
go five percent around the sides and i surrounded the windshield
uh, know every day i talk to god ’cause i don’t supposed to be here
f+ck an opp ho, makе her scream, “free l5,” can’t wait ’til they free him
uh, i drop thе bag, i pay that bond, his soul gone, delete him

[verse]
you ain’t been in that box 6 in the morning all the way to 7 p.m.
uh, all the opps who hidin’ in the jail, i hope the judge free them (free them boys)
i’ma get ’em whacked, your partner gone, i’ll send your ass to meet him
i know i’ll probably never win a grammy, but it would be nice to be there
finna go on tour with rod (on god), tellin’ everybody come see me there
on twin, might trip out, i see s+xyy red ’cause hashtag dg need her
i’m tired of regular air force 1s, need a supreme or need a flea pair
i don’t do no lyin’, if i’m with the backend child, you still will not see me cap
i’m on all the bullsh+t, sit outside the function, we heard the opps gon’ be there
we outside lookin’ for ’em
this beef been gettin’ borin’, let’s spark it up
just might go see the saints if my ho from new orleans
i’m with them blazers, them young n+ggas shootin’ sh+t straight like they from portland (on god)
[chorus]
i can take some time off, still come back, f+ck over n+ggas
he keep on postin’ on his page, it might be time to show them n+ggas
i cannot beef with no rat, please don’t say you my opp if you told on a n+gga
that n+gga went broke, in a dill, he tried to diss me, we put a hold on n+ggas, hold on
go five percent around the sides and i surrounded the windshield
uh, know every day i talk to god ’cause i don’t supposed to be here
f+ck an opp ho, make her scream, “free l5,” can’t wait ’til they free him
uh, i drop the bag, i pay that bond, his soul gone, delete him

- lil dre6o lyrics

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