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Letra : TWEAKIN’ TOGETHER
Uh-huh, uh
(Mars) Uh
And I know these n***as mad as f**k (Go, go)
B*t*h, I'm in the trap with TM, we throw it up (TM)
Pour a four while my n***a throw it up (Pour a four)
And, b*t*h, I'm off the good tens, I might just throw it up (B*t*h, I'm off that dope for real)
These n***as ain?t got no swag for real (N***as ain't got no swag)
And I ain?t no Lil Baby but b*t*h, I'm in my bag for real (I'm in my f**kin' bag, b*t*h)
High as f**k, got jet lag for real (I got jet lag, b*t*h)
This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real (Mars) (Yeah, yeah)
And me and that n***a geeked, we be tweakin' together (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
And I sure is rockin' hoodies in this damn hot a** weather
That n***a just like me, I ain?t know I had a tether
Ain?t no n***a totin' like me, yo' sh*t light as a feather
I don?t wanna work wit' you, don?t care, that's cool
Singin' my heart out on this mic right on this f**king stool (Yeah, yeah)
No internet, lil' b*t*h, beef with this f**kin' tool
And I don?t gotta show my a**, lil' hoe, to flex on you (Hell nah)
Santana, I'ma flex on you (I'ma flex on you)
And I ain't gotta shake my a**, lil' hoe, to flex on you, you (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Kaine with the glizzy, I'ma handle you (Go, go)
B*t*h, these VVS' on my neck wet like a f**king pool (Go) (Mars)
And I know these n***as mad as f**k (Go, go)
B*t*h, I'm in the trap with TM, we throw it up (TM)
Pour a four while my n***a throw it up (Pour a four)
And, b*t*h, I'm off the good tens, I might just throw it up (B*t*h, I'm off that dope for real)
These n***as ain?t got no swag for real (N***as ain't got no swag)
And I ain?t no Lil Baby but b*t*h, I'm in my bag for real (I'm in my f**kin' bag, b*t*h)
High as f**k, got jet lag for real (I got jet lag, b*t*h)
This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real (Mars) (Yeah, yeah)
This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real
And I ain?t no Lil Baby but b*t*h, I'm in my bag for real
(Mars) Uh
And I know these n***as mad as f**k (Go, go)
B*t*h, I'm in the trap with TM, we throw it up (TM)
Pour a four while my n***a throw it up (Pour a four)
And, b*t*h, I'm off the good tens, I might just throw it up (B*t*h, I'm off that dope for real)
These n***as ain?t got no swag for real (N***as ain't got no swag)
And I ain?t no Lil Baby but b*t*h, I'm in my bag for real (I'm in my f**kin' bag, b*t*h)
High as f**k, got jet lag for real (I got jet lag, b*t*h)
This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real (Mars) (Yeah, yeah)
And me and that n***a geeked, we be tweakin' together (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
And I sure is rockin' hoodies in this damn hot a** weather
That n***a just like me, I ain?t know I had a tether
Ain?t no n***a totin' like me, yo' sh*t light as a feather
I don?t wanna work wit' you, don?t care, that's cool
Singin' my heart out on this mic right on this f**king stool (Yeah, yeah)
No internet, lil' b*t*h, beef with this f**kin' tool
And I don?t gotta show my a**, lil' hoe, to flex on you (Hell nah)
Santana, I'ma flex on you (I'ma flex on you)
And I ain't gotta shake my a**, lil' hoe, to flex on you, you (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Kaine with the glizzy, I'ma handle you (Go, go)
B*t*h, these VVS' on my neck wet like a f**king pool (Go) (Mars)
And I know these n***as mad as f**k (Go, go)
B*t*h, I'm in the trap with TM, we throw it up (TM)
Pour a four while my n***a throw it up (Pour a four)
And, b*t*h, I'm off the good tens, I might just throw it up (B*t*h, I'm off that dope for real)
These n***as ain?t got no swag for real (N***as ain't got no swag)
And I ain?t no Lil Baby but b*t*h, I'm in my bag for real (I'm in my f**kin' bag, b*t*h)
High as f**k, got jet lag for real (I got jet lag, b*t*h)
This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real (Mars) (Yeah, yeah)
This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real
And I ain?t no Lil Baby but b*t*h, I'm in my bag for real
