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t.y. – the start up lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
run that sh-t, run that sh-t, yeah
run that sh-t, run that sh-t, yeah
run that sh-t, run that sh-t
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
tell these hoes and these n-ggas
i don’t give a f-ck about their feelings
kept all that fake sh-t outside and only let the real in
i gets high, so layers from the onion i be peeling
you must die, going against me or one of my n-ggas
flows i deliver will eat you up like some dinner
i’m too cold, everywhere i go its like its winter
all you n-ggas is nothing but the opposite of winners
you get the p-ssy if she notice you a big spender
i get the p-ssy off the fact i keep it way realer
walk the streets in my city knowing i’m that n-gga
untouchable, but i pack like a lunchable
dog you could party but just watch my shoes
grinding for a drop or two
did it how my pops would do
one by one i’m dropping fools
you hustle do nothing for you
seen it from my point of view
i could tell you all about it
seen spitta with them b-tches made me want an impala
but the shift have to be on the floor, four to four throttle
jet lounge you could catch me drinking out the bottle
j.o.b. the motto, i follow
paint pictures like pic-sso
real g’s you can’t knock those
i could hit it right on the money with my eyes closed
young n-gga screaming jet life til the world blows
homie tell me what the f-ck you thought this was
i started off for this game with a loyal buzz
yea, break my weed down as i stack up my paper
rollies with the [?] thats a cl-ssic combination
all i think about if my pa was out of jail
its cool, he next to touch down and cause h-ll n-gga

[outro]
break my weed down as i stack up my paper
break my weed down as i stack up my paper
break my weed down as i stack up my paper
break my weed down as i

- t y lyrics

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