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td ceasar - rebirth (td) lyrics

[intro: td glizzzy]
td glizzzy keep a blicky, b-tch
yeah, td glizzzy keep a blicky

[chorus: td ceasar]
aye, b-tch, i’m poppin’ pillies and i’m skirtin’ off the lot, (aye)
b-tch, i don’t do xans, but i’m sippin’ lean alot, (gang)
she just hopped up in my wraith, and now she givin’ top, (aye)
b-tch, i’m in the trap, i’m in the kitchen whippin’ rock, (aye)
b-tch, i’m poppin’ pillies and i’m skirtin’ off the lot, (aye)
b-tch, i don’t do xans, but i’m sippin’ lean alot, (gang)
she just hopped up in my wraith, and now she givin’ top, (aye)
b-tch, i’m in the trap, i’m in the kitchen whippin’ rock, (aye)

[verse 1: td ceasar]
high tech in my right, and i got 40 on my left wrist
b-tch, i do got aquafina diamonds on my necklace
white and pink diamonds all on my neck, it cost a lexus
i just f-cked a b-tch in cali, but that b-tch from texas
b-tch, i bang with choppas, and i blow a p-ssy brains out
shootin’ at the crowd, to get the motherf-ckin’ stains out
b-tch, your gang ran, when we pulled up with the chains out
p-ssy, you ain’t ’bout that life, so what your f-ckin’ gang ’bout?
let my bullets fly, through the sky, p-ssy, why you cry
cook him like a fry, b-tch, i’m high, all you tell is lies
jealous, i sense it with your motherf-ckin’ mellow eyes
fellow, i’m not afraid to cause a f-ckin’ genocide

[chorus: td ceasar]
b-tch, i’m poppin’ pillies and i’m skirtin’ off the lot, (aye)
b-tch, i don’t do xans, but i’m sippin’ lean alot, (gang)
she just hopped up in my wraith, and now she givin’ top, (aye)
b-tch, i’m in the trap, i’m in the kitchen whippin’ rock, (aye)
b-tch, i’m poppin’ pillies and i’m skirtin’ off the lot, (aye)
b-tch, i don’t do xans, but i’m sippin’ lean alot, (gang)
she just hopped up in my wraith, and now she givin’ top, (aye)
b-tch, i’m in the trap, i’m in the kitchen whippin’ rock, (aye)

[verse 2: td glizzzy]
aye, pullin’ up with sticks, let ’em hit, yeah, we let ’em rip
glizzy on my hip, you a b-tch, you ain’t with the sh-ts
f-ckin’ on your b-tch, we get lit, leave you in a pit
choppa with a d-ck, diamonds sick, i’mma make ’em sit
diamonds on my neck, and on my wrist, i woke up flexin’
p-ssy, what you know? why the f-ck you always stressin’
b-tch, i’m ’bout to shoot, yeah, i pulled up with a weapon
you ain’t with the sh-t, lil homie, quit the f-ckin’ cappin’
your gang full of b-tches, you ain’t motherf-ckin reppin’
you ain’t ’bout to run up on my gang, so quit the steppin’
why the f-ck you run away, when you knew i was pressin’
pulled up with a mac-11 loaded, i be wreckin’

[verse 3: sentarion]
b-tch, i let my choppa bang, i blow out your brains
b-tch, you is just a stain, steal your homie chain
b-tch, when i’m in the club, i’mma make it rain
b-tch, knock you out the game, don’t f-ck with my gang
stop talkin’ like you all that, you ain’t about it
you say that you is a k!ller, p-ssy b-tch, i doubt it
sippin’ high tech, in the back, with the clique
and we got your gang’s thotties up on our d-cks
bang, bang, ridin’ through the streets in a coupe
gang, gang, i cannot f-ck with these f-ckin’
lame, lames, see me in this cadillac, swervin
lane, lanes, i just dropped 30 k, on some chain, chains

- td ceasar lyrics

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