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TASracks - LOL Lyrics



TASracks - LOL Lyrics




Niggas cappin', talkin' bout they got my drop, he an idiot
Swear to God if and if he got my drop, he ain't spinnin' it
Sharin' clothes, y'all lil' niggas broke as hell, keep pretendin' rich
Lil' bro don't know it yet, but when he grown, he gettin' a full kit

LOL, niggas thinkin' that they tough, cause they glasses buff
Yeah, I would buy that bitch the world, but I would never cuff
Nigga, how old is y'all whip? We can see the rust
Yeah, that bitch a runner, she the fastest, leave you in the dust

This bitch bad, but her head suck, you can have her back
I'm hearin' that them niggas got poles, where yo stick at
Birthday or Christmas, the only time them niggas up a rack
Performin' for the hoes, you a clown

Bitch, take off the act, you ain't comin' for nothin', bitch, give that pussy up
Sick of dealin' with these hoes, I swear to God, bitches do too much
You talkin' crazy, hope it's not bout the guys, them niggas shoot too much
I know that's your bitch, but I can knock her down, cause you don't do enough

Oh my God, I heard they pressed you on live, where was yo stick at
And them lil niggas, you be callin' yo guys, where was yo clique at
Sick, y'all run over, you ain't never gettin' your bitch back
We drop them, niggas ain't touch the guys, it ain't no get-back

Niggas dick-suckin' in front of hoes like niggas have to bitch
How you totin' on the empty-ass pole, ain't got no mag in it
I don't want her when I'm done, take her back, bitches average
Really broke, car declinin' in the store, niggas acting rich

Y'all niggas act the rich, I told my lil' bitch, I'll be right back, I got a bag to flip
Up that Drake and send him 21, I'm on some savage shit
The Drake can peel a nigga whole skin, it's on some scabbing shit
Niggas know what up, I send a blitz and kick my toes up

Tas in the corner with that Drank, pourin' them foes up
Niggas think I'm lackin', in this spot, I got my pole tucked
We'll take your bitch and bust her down, just keep your hoe tucked
God of all motion, would think I'm speed, how I'm movin' round

And if you in that room, you bet not snitch, you bet not make a sound
Catch a nigga out like he a kid, I'll tell him, put it down
My niggas smokin' bowls to the face, they smokin' by the pound
Fear of God on me, but I promise I ain't fearin' shit

You got up in that room and told that business , we ain't hearin' shit
We'll really make a nigga vanish, disappearin' shit
My nigga ask me should, he catch a body volunteerin' shit
Nigga, you ain't really got no stripes, just wear them on your pants

Designer junkie shirt came from Europe and the shoes from France
Bitch is goin', show her some bands and it'll make her dance
Like Mike Will made it the Juicy Runtz put you in a trance
Put that pole down and I can drop him with my f*ckin' hands

I'm walkin' with that pipe and you can tell just by my f*ckin' stance
Lil' nigga, but never need no pole, just stand my 10
The bitch bad, but she can't come over unless she bring her friends
Lil' bitch, you can't come alone, I'll step inside the stu

Off the chrome, I'm finna rock your dome
He a bitch, I had to check his temp, cause I don't like this tone
Yeah, we can f*ck, but swear to God, you can't touch my phone
All my niggas slime, swear to God, they'll wipe your nose

Niggas sayin' I'm a track star, he must not f*ckin' know
We just pressed yall mans, nigga, so tell me who the real ho
She wanna be my bitch, but I don't really like the sex no more
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Niggas cappin', talkin' bout they got my drop, he an idiot
Swear to God if and if he got my drop, he ain't spinnin' it
Sharin' clothes, y'all lil' niggas broke as hell, keep pretendin' rich
Lil' bro don't know it yet, but when he grown, he gettin' a full kit

LOL, niggas thinkin' that they tough, cause they glasses buff
Yeah, I would buy that bitch the world, but I would never cuff
Nigga, how old is y'all whip? We can see the rust
Yeah, that bitch a runner, she the fastest, leave you in the dust

This bitch bad, but her head suck, you can have her back
I'm hearin' that them niggas got poles, where yo stick at
Birthday or Christmas, the only time them niggas up a rack
Performin' for the hoes, you a clown

Bitch, take off the act, you ain't comin' for nothin', bitch, give that pussy up
Sick of dealin' with these hoes, I swear to God, bitches do too much
You talkin' crazy, hope it's not bout the guys, them niggas shoot too much
I know that's your bitch, but I can knock her down, cause you don't do enough

Oh my God, I heard they pressed you on live, where was yo stick at
And them lil niggas, you be callin' yo guys, where was yo clique at
Sick, y'all run over, you ain't never gettin' your bitch back
We drop them, niggas ain't touch the guys, it ain't no get-back

Niggas dick-suckin' in front of hoes like niggas have to bitch
How you totin' on the empty-ass pole, ain't got no mag in it
I don't want her when I'm done, take her back, bitches average
Really broke, car declinin' in the store, niggas acting rich

Y'all niggas act the rich, I told my lil' bitch, I'll be right back, I got a bag to flip
Up that Drake and send him 21, I'm on some savage shit
The Drake can peel a nigga whole skin, it's on some scabbing shit
Niggas know what up, I send a blitz and kick my toes up

Tas in the corner with that Drank, pourin' them foes up
Niggas think I'm lackin', in this spot, I got my pole tucked
We'll take your bitch and bust her down, just keep your hoe tucked
God of all motion, would think I'm speed, how I'm movin' round

And if you in that room, you bet not snitch, you bet not make a sound
Catch a nigga out like he a kid, I'll tell him, put it down
My niggas smokin' bowls to the face, they smokin' by the pound
Fear of God on me, but I promise I ain't fearin' shit

You got up in that room and told that business , we ain't hearin' shit
We'll really make a nigga vanish, disappearin' shit
My nigga ask me should, he catch a body volunteerin' shit
Nigga, you ain't really got no stripes, just wear them on your pants

Designer junkie shirt came from Europe and the shoes from France
Bitch is goin', show her some bands and it'll make her dance
Like Mike Will made it the Juicy Runtz put you in a trance
Put that pole down and I can drop him with my f*ckin' hands

I'm walkin' with that pipe and you can tell just by my f*ckin' stance
Lil' nigga, but never need no pole, just stand my 10
The bitch bad, but she can't come over unless she bring her friends
Lil' bitch, you can't come alone, I'll step inside the stu

Off the chrome, I'm finna rock your dome
He a bitch, I had to check his temp, cause I don't like this tone
Yeah, we can f*ck, but swear to God, you can't touch my phone
All my niggas slime, swear to God, they'll wipe your nose

Niggas sayin' I'm a track star, he must not f*ckin' know
We just pressed yall mans, nigga, so tell me who the real ho
She wanna be my bitch, but I don't really like the sex no more
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Writer: skeeze btc, vet 300, tas racks
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Length: 2:53
Written by: skeeze btc, vet 300, tas racks

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