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textkill - where yo mans @@@@??? lyrics

[intro: aluca]
f+ck with that sh+t for the low
filing taxes, ’cause i got that paper, what
won’t save her, what, i can’t even replace her, what
won’t save her, what, i can’t even replace her, what
won’t save her, what, i can’t even replace her, what
got paper, what, got bangers, what, choppa, it’s gon’ tape him up
got paper, what, got bangers, what, choppa, it’s gon’ tape him up

[verse 1: textk!ll]
point guard sh+t, yeah, b+tch, i’m in my bag, ho
.45 on my hip, yeah, that’s why i sag, bro
yeah, i got that sh+t on me, yeah, you getting tagged, bro
yeah, i’m in that field, p+ssy boy, i got my stacks up
yeah, i’m in that field, p+ssy boy, i flipped that pack up
talking all that sh+t, p+ssy boy, you need to back up
yeah, you a b+tch and your ho, she got cracked up
i don’t need no team, i’ma tell you what i’m wearing, ho
trying to play, yeah, me, but i’m not the one
yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, woah, yeah, huh, yeah, huh
p+ssy boy, back up, yeah, i got my stacks up
yeah, i’m in that field, p+ssy boy, i got my stacks up

[verse 2: aluca]
yeah, i got my stacks up, b+tch, i count my racks up
bird brain ho, she a doe, you got guap? i’ll kick your door
f+cking that b+tch, f+cking that ho
smoking on tree, you ain’t swinging no pole
where my mans? your back door
spinning sh+t, we taking roles, f+ck with that sh+t for the low
filing taxes, ’cause i got that paper, what
won’t save her, what, i can’t even replace her, what
got paper, what, got bangers, what, choppa, it’s gon’ tape him up
we hang him up, we hang him up, yeah, that b+tch, she play too much
p+ssy boy, need to back up, b+tch, i got my racks up
i’m with my boy text, we gon’ k!ll, where your mans, ugh
hundred bands, put it on that b+tch, man, pick your mans up
man, i got that steel to your dome, put your hands up
[outro: textk!ll]
point guard sh+t, yeah, b+tch, i’m in my bag, ho
.45 on my hip, yeah, that’s why i sag, bro
yeah, i got that sh+t on me, yeah, you getting tagged, bro
yeah, i’m in that field, p+ssy boy, i got my stacks up
yeah, i’m in that field, p+ssy boy, i flipped that pack up
talking all that sh+t, p+ssy boy, you need to back up
yeah, you a b+tch and your ho, she got cracked up
i don’t need no team, i’ma tell you what i’m wearing, ho

- textkill lyrics

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