Takeaway (feat. Lumonest)
T from Various
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Tryna cut, no scissors We gon’ pop, gon’ blow like blisters When this drop, one way, no stops I’m giving niggas gifts, no Kwanzaa No holiday season, no offers Drums hit, mad kicks, no soccer Mad jitt, I need a doctor You act up, you need a Oscar Need play, no change, no audible Off one, take off all ya clothes Everybody know, short nigga Still big homie, on all the bros I’m the runaway best, no take backs These niggas all cap, can’t take that Can’t stand you, can’t demand you Can’t lose, mad L’s I hand you Prolly piling up commas, and adding commas Shooting shade in the comments, so what’s the problem Feeling trapped in a locker, like what’s the code Only way out is the route where I go ghost Prolly piling up commas, and adding commas Shooting shade in the comments, so what’s the problem Feeling trapped in a locker, like what’s the code Only way out is the route where I go ghost Drop drop, can’t stop, no way This shit go cray, can’t stop, no way I need you in my bed tonight, I need to let this out today I need you in my bed tonight, need to let this out today Need you in my what, yeah Yeah I’m riding coast to coast I’m lying, spesh inside my coat Stop lying, precious you the best That’s true, I rest my case, I rest my Rest my head upon your chest I leave my traces on your flesh That blood is rushing, it ain’t nothing Girl you looking red, you blushing Love and respect all the women Keep me on my feet, I’m shuffling Keep me on a beep, you hit, we link I hit, I bounce, then sip my drink Pardon me, I go by T Preesh that boy, before they leave Learnt my lessons, on my team I learned, I put that on my V’s V for Various, do biz like a G Ride the chariot, a Trojan at sea It get scary every time that I leave I take what you give it’s forbidden to me Take it or leave, them leaves fallin’ on me I do my job and run, think I cut the wrong tree Do my job and run, you be falling on me I do my job correct, why you calling on me Tryna cut, no scissors We gon’ pop, gon’ blow like blisters When this drop, one way, no stops I’m giving niggas gifts, no Kwanzaa No holiday season, no offers Drums hit, mad kicks, no soccer Mad jitt, I need a doctor You act up, you need a Oscar Girl you made the best pick, like Butler Girl we in the rush hour, no Tucker Love Allani, got love for my mother Raised me right, I ain’t gon treat you like them other niggas I’m in another bracket, tryna make another figure I’m not another rapper, tryna be another Jigga Go harder, my nigga imma be way bigger The biggest takeaway that you can’t take witcha T from Various It’s made by Lumonest
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