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wifisfuneral – tic tac (intro) lyrics

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[intro]
yuh
cris dinero
ay
yuh, ay
ay, ay
ooh, ay
act like, act like
ooh, ay
ooh, ay
ay, ooh, ay

[verse 1]
ay, hold my pistol at my death
f-ck my life, this don’t mean sh-t
broad give me top, ride with the mop
hold me, floating off two percocets
pink molly, tic tac, make me sweat
cut a f-ck n-gg- in the face, hold my d-ck
two phones on my hip, i don’t know who this is
ooh, bad b-tch swallow my kids who is the b-tch
two shots oh my, gonna bust off the rip
ay, i just might just bowflex my chest
big diamond bezel all the way to my pecs
this is that sh-t that i smoke when they dead
stack it up, run it up, i can’t let f-ck n-gg-s think that they one to one
bring your little b-tch, yeah, she ride on my d-ck
when i step in this b-tch, yeah, you know they uncomfortable
ooh, yuh, give it to her right now
ooh, pipe down let the world clip right now
ooh, tats on my neck and my skin
riding that glizz in the benz
thumbing through racks with my kin
bussing down since i was a lil jit
i was a demon back then
thumbing through racks with my kin
bussing down all on the jig
i was a demon back then
i was a demon back-

[hook]
riding around with my eyes low
big bankroll, i don’t ever fold
f-ck n-gg- hate, he don’t wanna see me win
but the cash came in, that’s what i’m here for
me and you don’t correlate, i don’t know
adding up a hundred bands on my iphone
i don’t know sh-t that these f-ck boys on
i don’t know sh-t that these f-ck boys on
adding up a hundred bands on my iphone
i don’t know sh-t that these f-ck boys on
adding up a hundred bands on my iphone
i don’t know sh-t that these f-ck boys on, man
adding up a hundred bands on my iphone
i don’t know sh-t that these f-ck boys on
adding up a hundred bands on my iphone
i don’t know sh-t that these f-ck boys on

[verse 2]
like, cut him with the blade on my hip
ay, feeling like mick jagger with the drip
tooth fairy, n-gg-, always give my two cents
whose b-tch wanna f-ck on the rich life clique
yuh, boy, i’m back in the casket
-ss thick, thinking that i’m doing black magic
ratchets, run up on my soul, can’t catch this, ay
want me to boost on the bean
walk with racks on my jeans
woke up, just k!lling the scene
told myself i’m the best rapper alive
and i looked up at god, he said, “can’t disagree”
want me to boost with the bean
walk with racks on my jeans
woke up, just k!lling the scene
told myself i’m the best rapper alive
and i looked up at god, he said, “boy, like, i can’t disagree”
(yuh)

[hook]
riding around with my eyes low
big bankroll, i don’t ever fold
f-ck n-gg- hate, he don’t wanna see me win
but the cash came in, that’s what i’m here for
me and you don’t correlate, i don’t know
adding up a hundred bands on my iphone
i don’t know sh-t that these f-ck boys on
i don’t know sh-t that these f-ck boys on
adding up a hundred bands on my iphone
i don’t know sh-t that these f-ck boys on
adding up a hundred bands on my iphone
i don’t know sh-t that these f-ck boys on, man
adding up a hundred bands on my iphone
i don’t know sh-t that these f-ck boys on
adding up a hundred bands on my iphone
i don’t know sh-t that these f-ck boys on, like