tata & jenn carter - windows pt2 lyrics
[intro: tata]
(it’s kosfinger baby)
(suck my d+ck n+gga)
(yo mix that sh+t)
(why you suck my d+ck)
(i’m smokin’ all++)
everybody shot
everything dead
grah grah
grah grah boom b+tch
[verse 1: tata]
when i’m talkin’, you better listen
don’t drop my 4 i have n+ggas go missin’
and it’s still corona your distance
miah wit’ me she not playin’++
puttin’ my name in his song
man that boy don’t perform he just runnin’ his lips
punchman you a bum stop sayin’ my name
tell ya big homie rah you a b+tch, grah
i’m on hots n+gga
move the wrong way you get shot n+gga
got a vest so i am for his top n+gga
got a baddie she settin’ the drop n+gga
don’t get lined n+gga, what’s the vibes n+gga?
you better be ready to die n+gga
say my name and i’m comin’ outside n+gga
word to my mother, you shot n+gga, grah grah
[verse 2: tata]
on my bully they callin’ me scottie
i’m wit’ kr he rollin’ up dottie
i got bored, took a trip to the opps side
started smokin’ they deads and they lotti
got a gun, he don’t know what to do wit’ it
pass the knocker, on bro i go kuu wit’ it
gun jam up, he get beat wit’ the bl!ck
pass me the knocker, on bro i’ma fool wit’ it
ayo jenny, they not ready
n+ggas be p+ssy and opp n+ggas envy
four for four i ain’t talkin’ bout wendy’s
let’s get rich baby kick me a chevy
opp b+tch, shoot that b+tch
throw a flex, oh boom that b+tch
she wanna tote the knocker in the video
catch rey flex he get beat wit’ the grip
glah, they know i’m vibey
throw my shiesty on i’m gettin’ slimey
knocker dora, i’m lookin’ for swipey
i’ll get em’ checked just like he nike
spin through manhattan tryna catch a flex
backdoor open, mallow sent a text
they know i’m mr. vibeyintheflesh
oh you 41k? you next, b+tch
[verse 3: jenn carter]
pushin’ her b+ttons just like a controller
call me drake, i can control her
it’s a hole in his head like a donut
shot to the arm like that boy had corona
and this choppa gon’ sing like it’s tory
bro steady runnin’ like he was amori
if it ain’t about money don’t call me
you say you a opp but you never performin’
n+ggas p+ssy and they mediocre
i get angry, the grip is my polar
said these n+ggas is popped, soda
see him in person he losin’ composure
had that boy he was mute like a mime
that boy he runnin’ get turned to a dime
if he run, put that beam to his spine
call em’ a boogie, cause he outta time
like d+mn, who really bout it?
get to the bready, just send me the route
like d+mn i’m a savage like 21
feel like i’m nicki, these b+tches my sons
call me curry i swear that i’m clutch
when you get in that room better hush
she can get real, dont get turned into runts
if i finger the trigger, he rollin’ my blunt
i’ma dump it, just empty the clip
after that then i’m takin’ ya b+tch
i won’t stop till i feel like i’m rich
keep me a lilo i cannot get stitched
i’ma dump it, just empty the clip
after that then i’m takin’ ya b+tch
i won’t stop till i feel like i’m rich
keep me a lilo i cannot get stitched
this ain’t a window, this more like a balcony
you ain’t part of me, n+ggas doubted me
nounce’ they location i’m postin’ a boundary
n+ggas talkin’ but that sh+t is comedy
i be geekin’ like i won the lottery
touch on my body like i was in pottery
shootin’ like cpd this sh+t is quality
i’m a demon and there is no stoppin’ me
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