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tsm beeezy - get gone lyrics

[verse 1: tsm beeezy]
huh, he wanna talk on a n+gga, go get ’em
bet that drac gon split him
huh, [?] i bet she gon wipe with her wig
just upped the price in my fashion, n+gga
i spent the wock all on my denim
this glock ain’t made for fashion, n+gga
i put this b+tch all on your mental
she told me come right back
ima be right back
i [?]
he wanna keep my hat, ima get you whacked
lil b+tch, we ain’t stiff like that
catch me in the back of the bach
with a glock in the back
and a n+gga who got a few hats
he called me a b+tch, so i’m f+cking his b+tch
and i’m sliding the opp
[?]
he wanna talk about dracs, but he fold on the case
b+tch, you better know your place, huh
we the one hop out with mags
and get to the business, and go on the race
wassup with demons you don’t wanna play
flipping your sh+t like k, ok
[?] when i fade away
[?]
double r, double b, that’s who they wanna be
they wanna be where the money be, uh
it’s only one of me, you can’t get outta me
copying my style, you don’t wanna be
come to me, come to me, come to me, come to me
i f+cked his b+tch, and then f+cked the wrong company
f+ck on me, suck on me, love on me, slide on me
i told this b+tch “i don’t care that you loving me”, huh
i’m from the block where the packs get gone
i’m from the block where your head get blown
a bad b+tch keep blowing my phone
we get your rack [?]
i ain’t loving you, fact, just leave me alone
i got a new mac and might paint this b+tch chrome
ain’t none of this cap, what i said in this song
[?] on that rap, ima get your ass gone
[verse 2: desire]
in the back of that whip, and she giving me dome
got racks, i don’t know what you on
we smoking good, right outta the palm
we the young n+ggas, came from outta town
i see lil daroo clutching on the 50
got some racks, yeah we getting litty
fear the god, they know the we biggest
hit the b+tch so good, she bragged on me
gucci’d down, i got a lil sack on me
for that cheese, i [?]
used to want me back then
now she back on me
i’ve been blowing like it’s a frag on me
[?] i still got them tags on me
i don’t buy, but i still got the mags on me
play, get turnt to a pack dummy
yeah, that glock in the back, cause it got a drummy
[?] n+ggas so funny
[?] it’s no running
sipping cough syrup, and my nose running
b+tch you tripping if you think i ain’t got no money
yeah [?]
we can play [?]
[?]

- tsm beeezy lyrics

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