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tayy floss - dead weight lyrics

[intro]
get to the money
[?]
woo, hahahaha, look, huh

[chorus: tayy floss]
cut a n+gga ’cause he dead weight, uh (gllllt)
brody still movin’ plays (baow, baow)
shoot a n+gga then i skip states (huh?)
i don’t got time to play
pocket watchin’ get you shot (get you shot)
[?], then i throw my glock (bllllt, baow, throw my glock)
call up, gwuapo with the fn (skrrt)
now who know who really fit your block

[verse 1: jay gwuapo & tayy floss]
n+ggas politickin’ and it’s stupid (stupid)
sittin’ back and they watchin’ my movements (haha, haha)
got the bull in my hand and i’m shootin’
i’m just a rappin’ n+gga ’til i lose it
get your mans back before i poof him (gah)
n+ggas died in they circle and need a recruitment (uh, huh)

[verse 2: tayy floss & jay gwuapo]
step on the code and my demons go stupid (uh+huh)
i can’t tell my shooter, “cool it” (baow, baow)
if you got the chop, n+gga, better use it (better use it)
‘causе n+ggas dyin’ over music (gllllt)
if i said it then i meant it (uh+huh)
don’t makе me have to prove it
cl!ck blowin’ like a broomstick (baow)
k!ll a n+gga for amus+m+nt (yeah+yeah+yeah)
[verse 3: jay gwuapo]
murder sh+t (huh?)
watch what you say before my n+ggas murder sh+t (bah)
talk like a k!ller but i never heard of him, i don’t know what’s the word with him (what’s up?)
but i won’t say a word to him
and my shooter creepin’ with the drake in the backroom (gl!ck)
move, my n+ggas burnin’ him (huh)
you would think he a dancer, look how the n+gga move when the bullets is turnin’ him
she said she love me, i know she fell in love with the d+ck
[?] get the drop, then you know somebody gotta be a splif
wet like a cooler on me, send your order to me
i’ma show you that we takin’ risks
everywhere i go, i’m takin’ a pic
my fans love me ’cause they know that i’m lit

[verse 4: tayy floss]
and i’m at the backdoor off this l!ck (that’s a fact)
we got a thotty, she gon’ hold a grip (uh+huh)
man down, roll another splif (gllllt)
fifty on the neck, fifty on the wrist (on the what?)
like how a n+gga goin’ sl!ck (uh+huh)
run up on me then you know it’s cl!cked (baow)
send him up to god, tell him, “make a wish”
then i’m callin’ on the fifth (gllllt)

[chorus: tayy floss]
cut a n+gga ’cause he dead weight, uh
brody still movin’ plays (gllllt)
shoot a n+gga then i skip states (huh?)
i don’t got time to play (huh?)
pocket watchin’ get you shot (baow)
[?], then i throw my glock
call up gwuapo with the fn (woo)
now who know who really fit your block (gllllt)

- tayy floss lyrics

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