| Hit em with the Jab
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| Buddah bless this beat
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| Come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your back end
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| Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
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| Come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your back end
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| Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
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| We got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door
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| Pull a TK in that cash, we hit him three times in a row
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| I don’t know about yours, but my niggas, they on go
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| And we higher than a bitch for anybody who want smoke
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| Yes, I took that nigga bitch, I gave her back, she was broke
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| Wrapped in all of this designer, it don’t come out in the store
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| If I tell it how it is I could never get exposed
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| Fuck that Internet beef, I rather hit you on the phone
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| I don’t feel like getting dressed, I prolly come out in the Rover
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| Had to cut a bitch off, she was playin' with her nose
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| That’s your bitch, but she was playin' with the bros
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| Nigga, no snitch, we be talkin' in that code, like
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| You snitched, why them people at your door, like?
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| Nigga, you folded, you told it
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| Yeah, and everybody knows it
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| Yeah, I said, «Everybody knows it"(Yeah)
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| All of my bitches the baddest, we don’t do fake asses
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| Some of my niggas be trappin', some of my niggas be scammin'
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| Long as they gettin' that salad, long as that gettin' that cabbage
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| You niggas is, woo
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| Come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your back end
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| Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
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| Come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your back end
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| Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
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| We got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door
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| Pull a TK in that cash, we hit him three times in a row
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| I don’t know about yours, but my niggas, they on go
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| And we higher than a bitch for anybody who want smoke
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| Yeah, Ric' doin' sixty, I’m gettin' fifty, I want forty
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| Can trust these bitches, might be there when that shit important
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| Yeah, I know they be hatin', I have no, I keep it on me
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| Yeah, I say I’ma pay her, really gon' play her, end of story
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| I done drove 'em and crashed 'em, I’m talkin' Benzes, talkin' Porsches
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| All my niggas get active, you try to run up, they escort
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| My bitches passin' their courses, I’m thuggin', fuckin', endorsin'
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| My cousin called it extortion, I barely try niggas, force 'em
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| I’m lit, I’m lit, I’m lit, got DeJ back on her shit
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| Won’t squash beef with no lame until I fuck his bitch
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| They still chasin' that clout, I’m still servin' my route
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| I just quarter a thousand on that shit under my couch
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| Still got bricks all in my house once I move and I’m out
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| Put my dick in her mouth, I don’t love 'em or cuff 'em
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| .41s on me, both bussin'
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| When I come in your spot I back end, niggas know that bag, yeah
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| Come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your back end
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| Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
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| Come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your back end
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| Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
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| We got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door (Ayy)
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| Pull a TK in that cash, we hit him three times in a row
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| I don’t know about yours, but my niggas, they on go (Hey, they TCG, ayy)
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| And we higher than a bitch for anybody who want smoke (Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy,
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| now look)
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| We some apes who move, dawg, I keep Draco for my breth'
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| Pussy nigga hit my line, why is you in my DM?
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| Instagram gon' be the death of Internet niggas and friends
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| Fucked your bitch and gave her back, she had a Love Jones for my mans
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| I’ma tell the truth, remember when the rope was wrapped around me?
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| Bitches love me 'cause I lie with 'em but don’t cap around 'em
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| Hit your hood in my new foreign, I might do some laps around ya
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| Ain’t gotta up this MAC while I’m on Mac with DeJ, attract them commons
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| Okay, woo, woo, there it is (Oh, yeah), suppressed, don’t know how that bitch
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| sound
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| Your bitch got you out here poutin', made you leave her in a lost and found
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| East side nigga, big, almighty, pop a Perc', make her pull a all-nighter
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| Make a nigga jit with this rifle, make me see your book work
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| Pussy nigga gettin' exposed, thought I ain’t know you (Hm, hm, hm-hm-hm-hm)
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| (Hm-hm-hm-hm) But now it’s over, you niggas is, ugh
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| Come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your back end
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| Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
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| Come to my city you tap in, no, don’t get your back end
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| Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
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| We got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door
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| Pull a TK in that cash, we hit him three times in a row
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| I don’t know about yours, but my niggas, they on go
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| And we higher than a bitch for anybody who want smoke |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tap In , by - DeJ Loaf. Song from the album Sell Sole II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп