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young chris - toe tag lyrics

i said your lay on the dark was short and
and let behind cuz like course so call empty
so rap the dawn, old school n-gg-, my trap to trap to tell a bomb
things get hooked and boys he got to boom
flam flame n-gg- get jay on the corrode
it was only few years f-ck n-gg- keep coming
feel the blue might learn a lil some
got a couples n-gg- waging yeah i did a lil toe tag
the money we discus if you ask me
gotta do these numbers like a man free
b-tch i don’t want this n-gg- sh-t
and i only thing i ever order wh-r- is his d-ck
i’ll be sleigh in the first place
they know that the b-tches know the business
n-gg- d-ck got the wh-r-s in the evening
struggle bout what they need, did you hear me? f-ck
if your wh-r-s suck this d-ck then she’s stuck with me
road bread i chock it, can’t she really f-ck with me
we turn into bag i got the real search
p-ssy got that form fill, that for all the clubs
n-gg- pay and leave the wh-r-s, abandon wh-r-s
look it how you make that wh-r-
shiiit, yeah so pay that black bottle
i’mma go get it, not you g move
broke n-gg- know when that money talk
check my backpack, white house coffee
yeah n-gg- dare presidents
you screaming broke p-ssy, now that is flowing
haven’t see, i ain’t gotta talk about how i’m talking with
cuz lord know that sh-t ain’t relevant
it’s screaming blue, you the ‘
f-ck -ss n-gg-, no luck -ss n-gg-
cracking -ss fool, better dug -ss n-gg-
i know you n-gg-s ain’t my flow
running to the wood, lady try to let me go
i’m at this b-tch man, i keep it on,
chopper til they chop so persistence
hit you lil workless from the distance
catch it and go scratch it
wrapping f-cking bad dog, catch the dog is f-cked up
we hit it, that’s the sound of a mag coast
can’t hit it and keep it real in case
n-gg-s the flap gl-ss
mama keep writing til i get sweating
n-gg-s a black one
dance on a truck, guess how back yo
no chop for lantest
get money and ask
you gotta keep the medal t-tle
we’ll leaving like gutter line
you dogs is so bugged, them n-gg-s are never bite
never bust a gun alone
let alone never fight
if you gotta die that was never wrong, that was right
see the brightest though the darkest in my life
cuz every since i was spinning n-gg- my heart was in the mic
n-gg- rejecting start to checking before the flight
stay like ehy, type on the hand
coped baggage and ready to fly
ya’ll n-gg-s is p-ssy at, cuz we not like that
lord n-gg- that was mine like a n-gg- without a sign
ain’t no pics with this bullsh-t
we let in tight, blow a n-gg- all his mind, we’re here and’
chicken down the door waiting for me
leave ’em stake and on, money wave on all
let the funeral bl–dy stay at on
say you can’t blame sits, that the wingel
hti ti to the music or packs service and get on
that’s not an option, i lost the clock, won’t telling your p-ssy porsh when i drop it
i’m alive motherf-cker

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