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teflon - f-u lyrics

let me find out its my time to shine – ninety nine
prime time is here – time for my props to shine – premier
load the track up – watch a n-gga do work
show his -ss act up – wild out – blow the wax up
i can see it now, the cars, the b-tches
the money, the jewels, guns – in my britches

[fame] hey yo yo tef f-ck that, n-gga. jump in they motherf-ckin -ss, come on

aight
try this one on for size – i won’t be able to wipe my -ss
to rock sh-t so i’ll just p-ss on you guys
read the floorplan, we do it the double nine way
crime way – duckin – goin out in a blind rage
learnt to combine ways to profit – who can stop it
from pickin pockets – to doing stick ups – to kickin prop sh-t
we keep it poppin – whatever the way go
long as they know that we here – reason is not a option

[hook]
yo tef, can i get a verse?
f-ck you, pay me
oh y’all n-ggas want more
f-ck you, pay me
oh, y’all n-ggas want in?
f-ck you, pay me
we in nine nine b-tch, this is prime time

y’all n-ggas made it like that – i created tight raps
back when n-ggas was taxin n-ggas – to do a track
i show love – n-ggas just ain’t know how to act
try to play a n-gga like that – n-gga dont know how to rap
i got news for you crooks – not only can i rap i got hooks
not those hooks, the other hooks – look
y’all n-ggas is f-ckin with me – getting on my last nerve
acting like y’all could do something with me
i throw rocks at hotties – throw glocks at parties
throw shots of bacardi – col’ rock a party
some say what i convey be like the black monday
the rap runaway – slap, put the gun away

[hook]
y’all n-ggas is just getting started?
f-ck you, pay me
huh, beg ya pardon?
f-ck you, pay me
y’all n-ggas is down with who?
f-ck you, pay me
we in nine nine b-tch, this is prime time

private benjamin – please – i injure men – send yer men
in to have a meeting with tef – have a meeting with death
lethal weapon – leakin n stretched – the f-ck out
with his eyes wide open and his tongue stuck out
y’all motherf-ckers dont want it – straight up and down
i let my artillery speak – from brownsville housing through tillery street
type of motherf-cker thats hard to go to war with
cause i got alliances with the n-ggas you tour with – so come off it
if you got beef with me – or m.o.p
believe you me – ill murder yo -ss – on mtv
you’re f-ckin with a lunatic that’ll put 2 in you
2 in yer crew – 2 in yer chick – f-ck coming through in a wip
i’m doing this red handed – n-gga i’m a world cl-ss bandit
rollin heavily armed on m-ss transit
to walk up and spark up yer whole d-mn strip
give a motherf-cker a whole d-mn clip
b-tch, this is from the ville

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