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tyc132 - c lyrics

tyc132 \flowover/ cam’ron – oh no you didn’t

shaking it down
breaking it up
yeah team dont give a f-ck
yeah when your team through
and your team grotty
yeah i guess what
yeah we just too rowdy
yeah we monsters
yeah we rebels
selling pounds of b-ss and treble
got some white chick wilson, rebel
drugs30
party til, noon thirty
dig your own grave
go on bring the shovel
got some white chick wilson, rebel
pimp slap that dude like im beating on a bongo
cheech and chong
money long
hanging out the car door
man i stay heated like im cooking deer or something
f-ck it im disgusting
she just love me in public

(chorus)

silk suit drip dry #1
your crew finished like you been done
yeah yeah
real fun
yeah fell up to the apex
going to make it far
intellectual sh-t
yeah
might take me far
homicide like landslide
mother f-ck a bullet
ill be fine ill be fine
go ahead and pull it
smoke wax off a razor blade
yeah im clouded out
drip dry in a silk suit
yeah
thanks im out

(chorus)

i do it for money
i do it for pleasure
i do it for diamonds
and shirts made of leather
i do it for everything inside of me
for everything destined to be
everything i was trying to be
and everything that my crew wanna be

stupid, stupid

whitty and gritty
i do it for t-tties
do it for nines and other guns with me
do it for money
do it for pleasure
eyh

smoking on some glued up product
snitchings why they shot him
mouth was the biggest problem
go and got him
my bags too heavy
im trying to make some weight go
disgusting f-cking plot got twisted
o’s of blow, halo
too weaked arm, lay low
could mask up, sterio
a$ap on the stereo
and i need cash fast
ay

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