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luh tyler - on a tuesday lyrics

[intro]
turnin’ up on a tuesday, yeah
turnin’ up on a tuesday, yeah
lil’ b+tch gone off the d’ussé (xair, let me get that motherf+cker)
yeah, n+gga, what?

[verse]
we turnin’ up on a tuesday
and i got your b+tch gone off the d’ussé
i’m gettin’ paper, give a f+ck about what you say
take a n+gga b+tch, i’m in her mouth just like some toothpaste
i’m in a new coupe with a new b+tch
i’m goin’ stupid, we finna be too rich
they like, “d+mn, luh tyler, i cannot, that n+gga too lit”
take a n+gga b+tch and dog her out, just call me scooby
know i need my pockets fat, rick ross sh+t
i’m a boss n+gga so i need a boss b+tch
throw my dawg the sack, he gon’ randy moss sh+t
i’m drugged out, n+ggas know i’m on that raw sh+t
i gotta put my n+gga on, i can’t get rich alone
i had to cut lil’ mama off, i left that b+tch alone
white boy, he got that gas, look like post malone (yeah, yeah)
n+gga got the city turnt, we finna get it on (yeah, yeah, n+gga)
like, what it do?
this a bad yellow b+tch, this ho look just like pikachu
i ain’t f+ckin’ with these hoes ’cause they love to pick and choose
i ain’t chasin’ after b+tches, n+gga chasin’ after blues
better go and get some paper, get the f+ck up off the couch
when i open up my mouth and talk, n+gga, bling+blaow
see a n+gga comin’ up, she wanna join the team now
n+gga chasin’ after paper, yeah, we gettin’ green now
smokin’ on exotic gas, i ain’t f+ckin’ with no lean
baby girl, you not my lover, feelin’ like i’m billie jean
these n+ggas undercover snake, man, them n+ggas really green
n+gga hatin’ on me, probably livin’ what this n+gga dream
gas in a vacuum seal, n+gga, you can’t even smell
high as f+ck with dark shades on, you can’t even tell
kiki blowin’ up my phone, i let it ring just like a bell
doin’ magic in the booth, you’d think a n+gga writin’ spells (yeah)
but i ain’t writin’ nothin’ down
say i’m snappin’ in this rap, these n+ggas like the way i sound
n+gga headed to the top, no, i ain’t tryna see the ground
i just cut my b+tch off, i sent her to the lost and found
n+ggas chasin’ after paper, know we tryna run it up
when that check hit, n+gga, we gon’ put a hundred up
gettin’ hot up in the booth, got a n+gga burnin’ up
when we step up in the club, these n+ggas know we turnin’ up
like i’m playin’ with a ouiji board, i pull up in a ghost
i’m with lil’ justin turnin’ up, i got your b+tch front row
n+gga, we don’t need no kiwi, finna kick the front door
n+gga, this exotic gas, we smokin’ on that runtz, bro
know i’m snappin’ on this rap, i don’t gotta do no braggin’
and i got them racks on me, got a n+gga pants saggin’
had to cut the lil’ ho off, she keep doin’ all that naggin’
n+gga say they f+ckin’ with ya but they really out here flaggin’
[outro]
(yeah, n+gga, i don’t do no braggin’)
(yeah, she keep doin’ too much naggin’)
(n+gga, man, these n+ggas really flaggin’)
(yeah, yeah, ski)

- luh tyler lyrics

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