| Say what?
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| DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger
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| Von
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| Aw, you tough? |
| You ain’t really tough
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| That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff
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| Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up
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| Ayy, get up
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| Aw, you can’t get up, look like you givin' up
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| You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I’m goin' to pick her up
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| Sick as fuck, yeah, I’m sick as fuck, and I’m slick as fuck
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| Just hit a lick on this nigga, bruh, then told him pick me up
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| Drop your panties, what’s that smell, bitch? |
| It’s fishy as fuck
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| Went on a drill, he ain’t nail shit, he iffy as fuck
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| Bag it up, folks them baggin' up, come and grab you somethin'
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| Tag you up, folks them tag you up, ain’t no point of runnin'
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| Are you mad? |
| Yeah, you super mad, but you ain’t gon' do nothin'
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| I got a bag with your lil' stupid ass, might pop out with a hundred
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| Aw, you tough? |
| You ain’t really tough
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| That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff
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| Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up
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| Ayy, get up
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| Aw, you can’t get up, look like you givin' up
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| You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I’m goin' to pick her up
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| Aw, you tough? |
| You ain’t really tough
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| That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff
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| Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up
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| Ayy, get up
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| Aw, you can’t get up, look like you givin' up
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| You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I’m goin' to pick her up
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| I got money, boy, a lot of money, put that on J Money
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| Your ass broke, your whole hood dirty, y’all ain’t havin' nothin'
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| Bag it up, baby, bag it up, that ass fat as fuck
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| Bring your friends, I got the gang with me, they just tryna fuck
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| Bag it up, baby, bag it up, that ass fat as fuck
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| Where your friends? |
| I got the gang with me, we just tryna fuck
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| Double cup, sip that lean, homie, it ain’t green, homie
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| Got that Glock with that beam on it, better not tweak, homie
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| See I like hoes that be bougie though, but they be choosin' though
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| They get fly and bring they friends with 'em to the studio
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| They off Remy and that D’usse and that Julio
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| And they be trippin' off that Yungeen Ace and that Foolio
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| See, I’m a star, I be shootin' shit, ain’t talkin' movies though
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| This bitch a freak, she be puttin' pills up in her bootyhole
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| Get put to sleep, now them fancy clothes got some bulletholes
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| Thought it was sweet? |
| I’m at your funeral, I have to play my role
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| Aw, you tough? |
| You ain’t really tough
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| That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff
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| Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up
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| Ayy, get up
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| Aw, you can’t get up, look like you givin' up
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| You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I’m goin' to pick her up
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| Aw, you tough? |
| You ain’t really tough
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| That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff
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| Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up
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| Ayy, get up
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| Aw, you can’t get up, look like you givin' up
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| You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I’m goin' to pick her up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tuff , by - King Von. Song from the album Grandson, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп