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tg bands - the disclosure lyrics

man she said i’m so mysterious
hold on (cha)
shordy she curious and all that like
it’s tg motherf+ckin’ bands n+gga (cha)

slim hair, thick waist
shordy on me cha
look
i was just chatting my n+gga
n+ggas gotta listen up, hold on
you know my big body
i’m a big stepper n+gga
hold on
lemme talk my sh+t
you heard? that’s a fact
yeah

i be with my real n+ggas, all my big demons
shordy on me all the time she be f+cking tweaking (tweaking)
i be telling my n+ggas we gonna get richer
i be telling my n+ggas we gonna make figures
yeah
i be walking with that big step
shordy on me yeah, cha
she like my vibe, she love the way i’m talking
milly rocking all the time she love the way i’m popping (popping)
tg bands all the time she loving me i’m chopping (huh)
i step on the court they like watch him (huh)
i might just brush him
p+ssy n+gga i might rush him
teach him a lesson
p+ssy n+gga i’m a legend
he ain’t ready, i’ma give him that seven
different timing you ain’t ready
hold on
i move like magic, poof poof then i vanish (cha)
yeah my n+gga my shot be ready, shoot that sh+t like i’m reggie (huh)
cash bank money
yeah that sh+t feel so lovely
stupid n+gga i don’t play, no dummy
we about to get to this money

like
they know my vibe with me
p+ssy n+gga don’t try don’t test me, back out the semi
shoot that rock, he ain’t ready
be wet like betty
yeah my shooters on go
we gon’ shoot it get deadly
we might just+
empty out the whole clip
shoot that n+gga get him dismissed
stupid n+gga i don’t talk sh+t
all my n+ggas get big chips, like
gotta get this (cha)
i don’t do that politicking or that fiction
yeah these f+ck n+ggas lack vision
i got that 2020 for the vision
i don’t compete, there’s no competition (you know the f+ckin vibes)
when i speak you better just listen
i need a bad b+tch that’s submissive
money on my mind so i get it
these n+ggas don’t know me, always predicting
look at the way i be dripping
yeah
i’m one in a million
i gotta go and just get it
they copy, they paste, they edit
sh+t be adding up like mathematics
n+ggas always just be capping
tg bands always about the action
i could never just be capping
stupid n+ggas they be cap rapping
yeah my n+gga that tragic
hold on
gotta stick to the tactics
lay it up for the basket
yeah i’m so active
split these n+ggas like fractions
i feel the fake, i’m reactive
i gotta stay away from the evil eye
cause n+ggas tell me lies
hold on
i look in the mirror eye to eye and i thank god to be alive
i see the realest n+gga just in disguise i could never tell no lie
i see the fake n+ggas in disguise (cha)
so i keep god by my side
thanking god to be alive

yeah
you know the f+ckin’ vibes
its tg motherf+ckin’ bands n+gga
chase a breesh not a f+ckin’ treesh n+gga (cha)
cha

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