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vada azeem - tec jam lyrics

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[hook]
i pray to god that the tec don’t jam on me
hmm, that the tec don’t jam on me
i pray to god that the tec don’t jam on me
hmm, that the tec don’t jam on me
i pray to god that the tec don’t jam on me
hmm, that the tec don’t jam on me
i pray to god that the tec don’t jam on me

dear lord please don’t let the tec jam on me

we was serving eggsh-ll to yo momma hen
fifteen i was l-sted by my momma friends
grown money, dope money
whatcha know money?
lock the door, make sure that he ain’t told nothing
i’m ceasar to the apes bathing by the lake, hey
shark hoody serving water to yah mates, woo
triangle face what’s the combo to the safe, n-gga
desert eag’ feel a squeeze tees with ya picture

[bridge]
woo, gangster gangster, nothing but some gangster stuff
aye, i’m praying five times a day and i don’t pray enough
and when i die, hug my momma when she cry, ok
and when i die, look my daddy in his eyes, please
funeral full of real n-gga ogs
i’m moving lil terio, you breaking ozs
it’s still the four letter word to the police
most my n-ggas locked up or they paroles

hey, we don’t do the swine, heater cook the whole beef
strap make a n-gga lean like the codine
you off the pills then you just another fiend to me
aye, but i gotcha bro tell me tell me whatcha need

i try to put my cousin on, he only mess with keys
you go against my blood, guarantee a n-gga bleed
it’s still the four letter word to the police
i got the stripes and then i got the check like kobe

whatcha know about it, foolie
my whole hood be wild’n
i pull the big gun
brought the lil hoe up out ‘em
it left a big hole
now n0body know about ‘em
hey, he was talking sideways
i tried to told ‘em bout it

[hook]
i pray to god that the tec don’t jam on me
hmm, that the tec don’t jam on me
i pray to god that the tec don’t jam on me
hmm, that the tec don’t jam on me
i pray to god that the tec don’t jam on me
hmm, that the tec don’t jam on me
i pray to god that the tec don’t jam on me

dear lord please don’t let the tec jam on me

hey, i’m at you n-ggas neck like the cello
hey, keep the stick on me, donatello
hey, hit my money phone, i’m like h-llo
i hang up if he no speaka no dinero

please don’t run up, gun nice with the jumper
hey, put your love on a couple of tees like shumpert
one they c, foolies be like, ok
like the thunder
i’m thor with this hammer, my n-gga
and you don’t want it, woo

[bridge]
woo, gangster gangster, nothing but some gangster stuff
aye, i’m praying five times a day and i don’t pray enough
and when i die, hug my momma when she cry, ok
and when i die, look my daddy in his eyes, please
funeral full of real n-gga ogs
i’m moving lil terio, you breaking ozs
it’s still the four letter word to the police
most my n-ggas locked up or they paroles

[hook]
i pray to god that the tec don’t jam on me
hmm, that the tec don’t jam on me
i pray to god that the tec don’t jam on me
hmm, that the tec don’t jam on me
i pray to god that the tec don’t jam on me
hmm, that the tec don’t jam on me
i pray to god that the tec don’t jam on me

dear lord please don’t let the tec jam on me

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