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trenchmobb - tweakers lyrics

[chorus: tmb spazz]
riding with the reaper, my brothers keeper
and i brought a nina, she gon’ do the sweeper
hashtag ran me up a sack, can’t keep up
how they talking down on my name, well tell them speak up
riding round the city with that hot sh-t for your speakers
rolling off that ecstasy, i’m riding with the tweakers
riding with the kikas, i’m riding with the tweakers
rolling off that ecstasy, i’m riding with the tweakers

[verse 1: lil jaydoe]
i’m talkin’ big sh-t, every time you with me, speak out
we ruthless, pull up, shoot 100k rounds
fonem in the party get it started, just don’t tweak out
we ain’t got no pistol, you gon catch 100 feet now
i do this, really i be on some cool sh-t
i hang with some n-gg-s, play with blickas with the tool kit
heard you got a problem, grab your choppa, better use it
gotta lotta dollars from my shottas, they gon move quick
i done do the dash in this new muscle
i be moving fast in the motherf-cker
you can’t see the flash with this new muzzle
i’ma drop a bag, make that sh-t double

[verse 2: tmb spazz]
balling like kobe, need this to control me
the lies that they told me, turned me to the old me
think that you gon’ hold me, really gotta show me
hole in his chest now his heart beating slowly
i just poured a four in my sprite, my vision blurry
coulda f-cked his b-tch but i was kinda in a hurry
we could find them lame n-gg-s posted where the birds be
if i catch a case then i’m sittin in front the jury
you think that’s your wifey but she tryna one night me
pulled up on the block, foreign coupe be out here sliding
tmb g4l in my brothers, they keep riding
and all that sneak dissing, we ain’t let that sh-t sliding

[verse 3: jr007]
aye, i’m huffin’ and i’m puffin’, bussin, rollin’ off this ecstasy
i ain’t got no problem with your b-tch, she gon’ get next to me
this hennessy, it done prolly got the best of me
i hang with some shawties, with some sharks they my lil referees
protecting me, this is 30 in my denim jeans
please don’t try to come and shake my hand, you ain’t no friend of me
a centipede, what i look like with these legs on me
i f-cked h-lla hoes and my b-tch found out, why she stressin’ me
re-up, hit a lickin’, got my bands up
shawty popped a mid and now she tellin’ me i’m handsome
sorry but i only f-ck with dancers
i’m talking bout some fine and freaky b-tches from atlanta

[outro: lil jaydoe, tmb spazz, jr007]
i’m talkin’ big sh-t, every time you with me, speak out—
balling like kobe, need this to control me, the lies that they told me—
aye, i’m huffin’ and i’m puffin’, bussin, rollin’ off this ecstasy—

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