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tjayromani - tek it freestyle v2 lyrics

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[intro: tjayromani]

tek it freestyle v2 n+gga run it

(you just can’t call stay, stay)

[verse 1: tjayromani]

runnin’ back to that n+gga crib ’cause he f+ckin’ talkin’ dat sh+t pulled up wit dat bl!cky shoot his whole family up

you dead b+tch n+gga thought it was so funny to diss 1500 but i pulled up wit dat bl!ck and now we started huntin’ ! (you dead b+tch!), (but i pulled up wit dat bl!ck and now we started huntin’ !)
find that n+gga hidin’ in his f+ckin’ closet pulled up wit dat bl!cky aimed it at his head and started boppin’ (started boppin’)

n+gga now beggin’ for his life but it’s too late for that you dissed the gang and now you gonna be motherf+ckin’ dead (now beggin’ for his life but it’s too late for that sh+t),(dead b+tch)

[verse 2: tjayromani]

(i watch the news let it run my mood can’t stop thinking of you)

b+tch!, now we back on track and i’m countin all dat bread n+ggas always say we broke but we really got them f+ckin’ racks (ay, all dem bands, we get dem racks!)

and if you start dissin’ f+ckin’ gang we’ll pull up wit dat f+ckin’ thang and f+ckin’ split yo f+ckin’ brain cause you is a b+tch ass mane (wit dat f+ckin’ bl!ck!, ay f+ckin’ bang)

n+ggas like to sneak diss but when you pull up to them in real life they start runnin’ back to they crib cause they ain’t really ’bout that (b+tch n+ggas!)

bout that life!, n+gga they really is b+tch they don’t really got dem sticks they don’t really tote bl!cks them n+ggas really b+tch they can’t really be talkin all dat sh+t they don’t tote no f+ckin’ bl!ck they all cappin’ for the net (they really is b+tch they don’t really got dem sticks they don’t really tote bl!cks), (talkin’ sh+t), (they don’t really tote no bl!ck)

they don’t got them f+ckin’ sticks, they don’t got them f+ckin’ bl!cks they like to cap for the net cause they are so f+ckin’ b+tch (they like to cap for the net cause they are so f+ckin’ b+tch)

yeah these n+ggas is some motherf+ckin’ b+tch n+ggas try to pull up and i’ll shoot you wit dat stick n+gga (shoot you wit dat stick n+gga!)

pull up to my block and you’ll f+ckin’ regret that sh+t, pull up wit the bl!ck and i’m blastin’ away and shi’ bih, ay! i watch the news let it run my mood (f+ckin regret that sh+t!), (grah grah boom!), (i watch the news let it run my mood)

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