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tata (41) - damn lyrics

[intro]
(d+mn lil’ fckbwoy! man, you know that i be k!llin’ sh+t)
glah, glah, glah, like
glah+glah, boom

[verse 1: tata]
all this prada, they tell me they proud of me
gettin’ money like i won the lottery
shorty a baddie, she doin’ it sloppily
i’m tryna go up, but they foulin’ me (like what?)
and they know how i rock, no milly
like b+tch put the knock at her titty
n+ggas be talkin’ on me, i don’t care
if i’m runnin’ at n+ggas, i’m givin them fifty (glah+glah, boom)
she a baddie, i’m callin’ her baby
we can’t run, you cannot be my lady
i gotta watch these n+ggas, they move shady
i swear i’m [?], bro to a kd
got a bad lil’ b+tch, her name katie
she knew her friend and they both tell ’em stacy
she like, ”tata get up, you so lazy”
dummy got boomed tryna chase me
[verse 2: kyle richh]
glah
hunnid bands can’t change me
too real, she threw the evi’
she a virgin, hittin’ it gently
she want the louis vuitton or the fendi
big gun, hit him right through the temple
gumbo, smokin’ them deadly
still on your strip put a hole in a rental
hollows give a f+ck what the friend do (what the friend do)
d+mn, bands can’t fit
f+ck a skinny jeans, i got a slim
of the doosie, she doin’ two things
like she a baddie, she look good in pink
she a demon, she totin’ the weapon
twin spin through and i’m lettin’ of seven (like d+mn)
.19 gonna send ’em to heaven
now you a thot, why you f+ckin’ your best friend?

[verse 3: tata]
[?], so i slide with her bestie
in a tenny ’bout to make a movie
and if i’m [?] choosy
i gotta watch these b+tches, they be groupies
she said i’m a dog, scooby
she want fendi, prada, louis
amiri denim, never wearin’ truey
and that b+tch a thot, on bro, she can’t fool me
off that foomy, got me laced
movin’ funny, get shot in your face
shoot at his feet, make him pick up the pace
everything deady, n0body not safe (glah, glah)
gumbo, smoke ’em to the face
she told me she love me, i told her she laced
back up b+tch, gimme my sp+ce
opps at the function, we shoot up the place
[verse 4: kyle richh]
drench him, lean or chase
b+tch i be buggin’, don’t know how to chill
i be ‘lone, so i don’t know how to feel
you know my b+tch, i’m just keepin’ it real
lil’ thottie, she jackin’ the 4
she off the paddie, she tryna perform (glah, glah, glah)
she a baddie, she bounce on the floor
like, opp thot, send ’em out to the door (opp thot)
come here, i wanna talk
look in my eye, see the pain in my soul (like d+mn)
[?]
i cannot die and this runtz so cold
i don’t know what she do for me
if she postin’ for me, you not gon’ shoot for me
why are you wastin’ my time?
real g’s move in silence like a sign, d+mn

[verse 5: tata]
why are you wastin’ my time?
b+tch, you a thot, stop callin’ my line, d+mn
bro throw shots at his mind
i got a baddie, you might just get lined

[verse 6: kyle richh]
d+mn
dissin’ the gang, get slimed
gun jam up, get beat with the .9
tata my brother, i love him to death
she a thot, let me nut on her chest
pop a thirty, take me through the stress
dissed by the gang, but i play it like chess, d+mn
[verse 7: tata & kyle richh]
she a thot, she gon’ blow like a ref
got your baddie, she givin’ me neck
movin’ funny, get hit in your neck
call a pram, you get shot in your chest
you love me, i love you
off a yak, i don’t know what to do
glah, glah, like bro said
i do not regret all the shots that i do, d+mn

[outro: tata & kyle richh]
everybody shot, everything dead, b+tch
glah, 41
41 shots to the head
glah, like d+mn
glah, glah, glah
kr
ek got seven vids with the same f+ckin’ coat
what the f+ck?
oh sh+t, he just dropped some new sh+t, make it eight

- tata 41 lyrics

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