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Rydordie - Tecc Lyrics



Rydordie - Tecc Lyrics
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Ya ya
Ya ya
Ya ya
Ya ya
Ya ya
Ya ya
Ya ya
Shorty want all of my fame yeah
She want all my time
And we go together perfect
Like Corona and a lime
At first she hit my snap
Now we together all the time
She the only girl on my phone
Only one hitting my line
I feel like Lil Tecca
I got a Lil pecca
I got a Glock on my hip
Put you in a stretcher
Feel like Lebron in 03'
Yeah I'm still a rookie
Only thing that is sweet yeah
Is a cookie
I feel like Lil Tecca
I got a Lil pecca
I got a glock on my hip
Put you in a stretcher
Yeah you knocked
And that it
Like I never meet ya
Leave you to rot
In a ditch
And we gon forget ya
She said she gonna bit my style
I said I'm gonna be a while
She said that she in love and wild
I said hold on let me freestyle
If she want it (want it)
I'm coming (coming)
I'm speeding (speeding)
I'm running (running)
Been on my mind all day
I beat it like I'm drumming
I'm running (running)
I'm running (running)
You know that
I'm coming
I need my sweet lil thing
So you know that I am running
I feel like lil Tecca
Wanna feel like this forever
Got a thousand dollar shoes
And a jacket made of leather
Aint speeding on some booze yeah
I love my cheddar
Got a thousand dollar pants
So I gotta check the weather
You look like you shop at your aunts
Man its not sweater weather
Got some new shoes coming in
And they got me looking better
They got me looking better
Yeah
I feel like Lil Tecca
I got a Lil pecca
I got a Glock on my hip
Put you in a stretcher
Feel like Lebron in 03'
Yeah I'm still a rookie
Only thing that is sweet man
Is a cookie
I feel like Lil Tecca
I got a Lil pecca
I got a glock on my hip
Put you in a stretcher
Got you knocked
And that it
Like I never meet ya
Leave you to rot
In a ditch
And we gon forget ya
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Ya ya
Ya ya
Ya ya
Ya ya
Ya ya
Ya ya
Ya ya
Shorty want all of my fame yeah
She want all my time
And we go together perfect
Like Corona and a lime
At first she hit my snap
Now we together all the time
She the only girl on my phone
Only one hitting my line
I feel like Lil Tecca
I got a Lil pecca
I got a Glock on my hip
Put you in a stretcher
Feel like Lebron in 03'
Yeah I'm still a rookie
Only thing that is sweet yeah
Is a cookie
I feel like Lil Tecca
I got a Lil pecca
I got a glock on my hip
Put you in a stretcher
Yeah you knocked
And that it
Like I never meet ya
Leave you to rot
In a ditch
And we gon forget ya
She said she gonna bit my style
I said I'm gonna be a while
She said that she in love and wild
I said hold on let me freestyle
If she want it (want it)
I'm coming (coming)
I'm speeding (speeding)
I'm running (running)
Been on my mind all day
I beat it like I'm drumming
I'm running (running)
I'm running (running)
You know that
I'm coming
I need my sweet lil thing
So you know that I am running
I feel like lil Tecca
Wanna feel like this forever
Got a thousand dollar shoes
And a jacket made of leather
Aint speeding on some booze yeah
I love my cheddar
Got a thousand dollar pants
So I gotta check the weather
You look like you shop at your aunts
Man its not sweater weather
Got some new shoes coming in
And they got me looking better
They got me looking better
Yeah
I feel like Lil Tecca
I got a Lil pecca
I got a Glock on my hip
Put you in a stretcher
Feel like Lebron in 03'
Yeah I'm still a rookie
Only thing that is sweet man
Is a cookie
I feel like Lil Tecca
I got a Lil pecca
I got a glock on my hip
Put you in a stretcher
Got you knocked
And that it
Like I never meet ya
Leave you to rot
In a ditch
And we gon forget ya
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Writer: Ryder Nalls
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Performed By: Rydordie
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Ryder Nalls
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