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yeroc - tom brady lyrics

ay turn me up track01
treetime

pull up on your block
i’m blowing up, and n-gga you not
n-gga’s made he ain’t getting plays
i f-ck on his b-tch she all on my page
she eating me like snacks i’m all in her month
i’m chasing the bag you chasing the clout
you chasing them hoes they come to my house
feel like tom brady calling the plays
you n-ggas broke on minimum wage
call in a wraith ‘cause i need a fade
cop me a zip because i’m getting paid
i need some lean but that n-gga be taxing
not playin’ tennis we making a racket
i feel like stone cold my n-ggas be wrestling
moving that pack, applying the pressure
she drop me a round, i call up my tesla
what lil n-gga, pull up on me get shot lil n-gga
i’m with them goons on the block lil n-gga
keepin’ them grams in my sock lil n-gga
i’m on the block, i’m with your hoe
she snorting c0ke, it’s all on her nose
me and heaven trained a couple of b-tches
can’t trust em really these n-ggas be snitches
look like the pacific lil n-gga i’m dripping
call me a hood rat i need some chicken
shoot like ray allen i’m playing the game
i see yall it’s first 48
the head is so great but i don’t know her name
12 pulled me over for switching them lanes
i bonded out lil n-gga i’m banging
first day out, go run that sh-t back
you want my old sh-t, go play that sh-t back
yeroc that n-gga you know i’ma snap
that n-gga be tweaking i serve him the crack
put one in his head, put two in his back
12 be searching they scoping the scene
they baggin’ the body we got away clean
hey lil n-gga get your racks up
chasin’ the bag got our bands up
i f-ck that b-tch got my hands up
your b-tch a nympho she ready to f-ck
she taking this d-ck she swallowing nut
feel like a ratchet take her in the b-tt
pull up to v-live i’m rolling these woods
go to any hood you know that i’m good
g37 that’s all on my whip
glock 45 keep that on my hip

- yeroc lyrics

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