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TEC - Never Lyrics



TEC - Never Lyrics




Bitch, you know I can't leave, ho
Ho, you know I can't leave, ho
Can't never ever leave, ho

And I'll never let the streets go
Man, I really miss my niggas, feel like CeeLo
And we keep them hammers with us, Home Depot
No matter what, I'll never
Tell, I ain't Nino, aw nah
Still keep a weapon when I'm runnin' 'round
Chopper make a thunder sound, if he fall
Run him down i swear to God
I'm a legend in my stomping ground
Better have a rod
Nigga catch you in my stomping ground

Better have a rod up in that 30
In that section
We'll murder any second, Glock-30, 357
Could take the TEC but I
Look better with the MAC-10
I know you heard about us
Steppin' like we tap dance
And your lil flipper let me
Rip her 'cause my accent
Told her I'm really tryna dick her
F*ck a lap dance and we got them straps in
This bitch like it's Pakistan
And the packs all tan
F*ck the tax y'all payin'
I been gettin' it kind of cheap
Feel like Meech or like Meek
Oh, y'all thought that I was finished? Bitch
I'm still tryna eat
I just signed my deal but
I'm still in them streets
Rest in peace Zoe Rella
Why they steal him from me?

And I'll never let the streets go
Man, I really miss my niggas, feel like CeeLo
And we keep them hammers with us, Home Depot
No matter what, I'll never
Tell, I ain't Nino, aw nah
Still keep a weapon when I'm runnin' 'round
Chopper make a thunder sound, if he fall
Run him down i swear to God
I'm a legend in my stomping ground
Better have a rod
Nigga catch you in my stomping ground

Young nigga died with a gun in hand
Mission undercover
She'll never see her son again
Got one in the coupe, and play, I'm shootin'
I ain't fumblin'
Chewin' Xans, tootin' sand, hooligans
I'm the one with you to the can
Now what you know 'bout
Hittin' that Ruger dance?
Put that tooly on your shooter
He won't shoot again
Taught you that, bitch, shoot
Off his fingers, now he can't use his hands
Bullets goin' through that man
At the funeral, can't view that man
Casket closed
Passed his soul to the hells or high power
I'll never die a coward
Shootout last the whole hour
It's a lot of gunpowder in the air
Bullet shower, lot of shells
Smoke cleared and guess who was still there?

And I'll never let the streets go
Man, I really miss my niggas, feel like CeeLo
And we keep them hammers with us, Home Depot
No matter what, I'll never
Tell, I ain't Nino, aw nah
Still keep a weapon when I'm runnin' 'round
Chopper make a thunder sound, if he fall
Run him down i swear to God
I'm a legend in my stomping ground
Better have a rod
Nigga catch you in my stomping ground

So much pain, so much trauma
Bumpin' Trill Fam Youngin
We get real trap money
You can be a crash dummy
Try to rob, it's on my side
And I will whack somethin'
I swear to God that I will whack somethin'
Luwhop
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Bitch, you know I can't leave, ho
Ho, you know I can't leave, ho
Can't never ever leave, ho

And I'll never let the streets go
Man, I really miss my niggas, feel like CeeLo
And we keep them hammers with us, Home Depot
No matter what, I'll never
Tell, I ain't Nino, aw nah
Still keep a weapon when I'm runnin' 'round
Chopper make a thunder sound, if he fall
Run him down i swear to God
I'm a legend in my stomping ground
Better have a rod
Nigga catch you in my stomping ground

Better have a rod up in that 30
In that section
We'll murder any second, Glock-30, 357
Could take the TEC but I
Look better with the MAC-10
I know you heard about us
Steppin' like we tap dance
And your lil flipper let me
Rip her 'cause my accent
Told her I'm really tryna dick her
F*ck a lap dance and we got them straps in
This bitch like it's Pakistan
And the packs all tan
F*ck the tax y'all payin'
I been gettin' it kind of cheap
Feel like Meech or like Meek
Oh, y'all thought that I was finished? Bitch
I'm still tryna eat
I just signed my deal but
I'm still in them streets
Rest in peace Zoe Rella
Why they steal him from me?

And I'll never let the streets go
Man, I really miss my niggas, feel like CeeLo
And we keep them hammers with us, Home Depot
No matter what, I'll never
Tell, I ain't Nino, aw nah
Still keep a weapon when I'm runnin' 'round
Chopper make a thunder sound, if he fall
Run him down i swear to God
I'm a legend in my stomping ground
Better have a rod
Nigga catch you in my stomping ground

Young nigga died with a gun in hand
Mission undercover
She'll never see her son again
Got one in the coupe, and play, I'm shootin'
I ain't fumblin'
Chewin' Xans, tootin' sand, hooligans
I'm the one with you to the can
Now what you know 'bout
Hittin' that Ruger dance?
Put that tooly on your shooter
He won't shoot again
Taught you that, bitch, shoot
Off his fingers, now he can't use his hands
Bullets goin' through that man
At the funeral, can't view that man
Casket closed
Passed his soul to the hells or high power
I'll never die a coward
Shootout last the whole hour
It's a lot of gunpowder in the air
Bullet shower, lot of shells
Smoke cleared and guess who was still there?

And I'll never let the streets go
Man, I really miss my niggas, feel like CeeLo
And we keep them hammers with us, Home Depot
No matter what, I'll never
Tell, I ain't Nino, aw nah
Still keep a weapon when I'm runnin' 'round
Chopper make a thunder sound, if he fall
Run him down i swear to God
I'm a legend in my stomping ground
Better have a rod
Nigga catch you in my stomping ground

So much pain, so much trauma
Bumpin' Trill Fam Youngin
We get real trap money
You can be a crash dummy
Try to rob, it's on my side
And I will whack somethin'
I swear to God that I will whack somethin'
Luwhop
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Writer: JIM COOPER, CHAD R CATES, RICK HEIL
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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Performed By: TEC
Language: English
Written by: JIM COOPER, CHAD R CATES, RICK HEIL

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