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Tsu Surf
Featuring(s) : Fl3a
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Verse 1 Tsu Surf: This is Poetry In other words flawetry nigga Niggas die if they provoking me nigga I don't even wanna smoke with these niggas Give em a pill I hope you choke on it nigga Just wrote some bull for my niggas Overworking got my head hurting Play with bro now he a dead person Lapping niggas, see my legs working And told my son “don't f*ck with fed persons” And told my son “you better not never f*ck with no police” Get that nigga, he still twitching, hit his head again Bet them niggas will never try to play with my mans again I just want the money, I ain't evеn really got no plans for this I hate when niggas bе talking about some that they can't bring me in I used to f*ck with stupid bitches, now I got cooler bitches I just bought some Call of Duty shit, it got a cooler in it I maneuver shit for stupid niggas, that's the cooler kid Imma rap with whoever I want, I don't care who you with Nigga I'm tryna put my city on, I see the bigger picture Cop ass putting everything on the gram, man I don't get these niggas Everybody dissing and ain't nobody die since 2020 Lil niggas must be really out they mind, they think they f*cking with me I can go for seconds man, it's hours, nigga I can go forever I advise niggas not to play with my name like bro won't give you feathers Niggas f*ck with rats to get this cheese, niggas got to do better Niggas f*ck with WHAT? To get the WHAT? I don't f*ck with these niggas I can't be beefing with my city, I really got love for niggas I just want to ride around and pass out money, guns, and drugs to niggas Fill out my state the most it's on my back, bitch I ? these niggas I open the bank like crack is what? 2 years, the deaths was back to back, 2 funerals I lost the closest to me, f*ck you think I care about losing you 2 2 22, I think that day I lost my soul with you Like every day I sit here thinking “I just wanna go with you” Keep a pole, can't let no p*ssy nigga send me home to you Feel like I failed you, know I really could've did the most for you A part of my tears, you know you get me all emotional I guess that's what it's supposed to do, forever I'm gon go for you This shit came unexpected, like me rapping? Who would've ever thought Wish I could pull up and see you sipping, sitting, chilling on the porch Need this money to pay for these lawyers, that's why I can't stop rapping for Got to this money for these lawyers, shit ain't adding up Verse 2 FL3A: Better keep your gloves with you You think it's your life till the judge get you Pull up on em, freeze em, going Sub-Zero I can't buy no bitch a birkin Lil bro be bussin' he be hitting shit and sippin' purple Oh they think it's cool dissing blood? Another missing person Pray they don't do me first Guns for the G's, the choppa cost about a Gucci shirt They hit the hood, the homie gone, we don't know who to hurt He hide the pain with opioids, shit got him chewing percs He can't feel shit Lil bro and them will go to school, they be on field trips Ain't get the sucker that hit Never mind we still pissed Man I be tryna tell the chill, they wanna drill shit We go to war with Navy We say our prayers, wake his ? up They caught a baby We do the Benz like it's a rental, did the foreign crazy Hunnid twenty on the suit, I pray the lawyers save me
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