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teejay3k – pissy hallways lyrics

[intro]
pff
raw, raw, raw+raw+raw+raw
gang sh+t, gang sh+t
yeah, look (aye)

[bridge]
f+ck a b+tch, and send her on her way
b+tch you know i i don’t play
popped a half a yerky, i been tripping d+mn near all day
reminiscing, on how we came from p+ssy hallways
they ask me how much do i keep it on me, i say always

[verse 1: teejay3k]
f+ck a n+gga, finger f+ck the trigger, til it cl!ck (what up)
pillow talking to a b+tch, n+gga you the b+tch (come on)
i can’t play around, b+tch i get busy wit the bl!ck (come on)
d+double d’s, b+tch i put 2 titties on the stick (raw)
i can’t cuff a b+tch, i’ll rather pull up on a sneaky link (nah)
if you ain’t sucking d+ck or popping p+ssy, you can’t link wit me (you can’t link)
finessed her out her draws, sorry baby that’s the freak in me (yeah)
legs behind her neck, she like “teejay boy you deep in me” (yeah)
i can’t do no bidness, if that bidness ain’t legitimate (what up)
i just popped a addy, just to boost up my adrenaline (come on)
i don’t want no love, i just want p+ssy and some hennessy (come on)
i just f+cked 2 twin b+tches, i’m that n+gga, literally (come on)
this sh+t getting crazy, all these threats these n+ggas sending me (down)
i ain’t got no rap i just got bullets for my enemy, n+ggas know (raw)
if you know, you know, b+tch i been a threat (been a threat)
n+ggas mad ’cause they see me on (b+tch you been a upset)
chains on, only time i tuck it, when i’m f+cking (sheesh)
hit her then i take her iphone charger, ima buck it (yeah)
8 ounches, in my faygo got me moving sluggish (yeah)
ain’t no time to chitter chat, b+tch i’m out here hustling (b+tch i’m out here hustling)
she say “baby pay for my bbl”, b+tch you ain’t getting nothing (b+tch)
all i keep around is freaky hoes, trust these b+tches bussin (bussin)
i’m not tryna argue wit you b+tch, why you always cussing? (always cussin’)
i had told you that i love you, i was lying, i was l+sting
[verse 2: g herbo]
blow you down, to slow you down (yeah)
like you drinking tussin, i’m bout action
i don’t wanna talk, don’t want no discussion
slime lamb seats, look like vomit, all my whips disgusting
pick ya hoe up, she just wanna top it, i don’t give her nothing (no bap)
rims bent, i hit the curb
i got rich off flipping work
i’m that n+gga in the city, still that n+gga in the burbs
fan sh+t, you n+ggas nerds
i stay fresh, my fit detergent
flipping sh+t, a n+gga splurging
five, six cars, a n+gga swervin
from my strip to hollywood
i’m wit the stars, i’m still learning
foenem think i’m still thugging
so they call when sh+t get urgent
really, i’m a different person
m’s and sh+t, i’m really worth it
albums done i spit the truth
still hit the booth, i’m really working
know they listening cause i heard it
make a n+gga nervous
i ain’t in the streets but in the streets cause i got n+ggas lurking
put like 30 cash on his head, that’s my b+tch a birkin
herbo put that bag on his head, i got k!llers searching

- teejay3k lyrics

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