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ttvkell - number 4 lyrics

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[intro: young taroz]
lord forgive us
lord forgive us
bop bop

[verse 1 young taroz]
don’t mess with me honestly
your number 4, so don’t come near to me or ever be compared to me. 2 shots and you on the ground, bleeding g
arising like a lion because i’m loyal
wise n n0ble like mufasa, claiming my throne, long live the king
hakuna matata, you’re the one that i’m after, moving fast as a cheetah
when i find your sc+nt, your bouta be captured

[chorus: ttvkell]
tut it up ,from the top
when we’re in, we make it drop
we take tips ,not sips
she bouta come back to the crib
ah oh, i took so many shots in my core
if u keep up dis bullsh+t you’ll be number 4
all this hatred is making me sore (ohh)

[verse 2: ttvkell]
i pick what i want and get it
that sh+t u dropped just gin flop of
when the homies together we pop of
i wonder how far we can blast off, yeah
these n+ggas behaviour is just crazy
when you reach my level man, many n+ggas seem lazy
medal after medal while my homies got my back
ybk in my name so i’m roaming with the pack
i got n+ggas on the bottom floor
if we’re planning a heist u bet i’ll be there for sure
been dodging hooks and undefeated like i’m mayweather
been getting boomers since the mainstream got their focus on
they focus the greater ones
[verse 3: jq playz]
i’m whipping work, i done spilled baking soda on my shirt
i’m smoking og, you smoking purp
real street n+gga, don’t get hurt
i’m in the kitchen cooking crack like its bacon, these p+ssy ass rappers they be faking
i’m jq playz ain’t no faking, ak+47 get the shaking
don’t wanna be ya man, can i f+ck ya friend? i wanna f+ck ya friend
can i f+ck ya twin?
choppas on the couch, choppa bring the power
thought he had a brick (metro), but i sold him flour
i’m out

[chorus: ttvkell]
tut it up ,from the top
when we’re in, we make it drop
we take tips ,not sips
she bouta come back to the crib
ah oh, i took so many shots in my core
if u keep up dis bullsh+t you’ll be number 4
all this hatred is making me sore (ohh)



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