Lyrics:
à cinq dans le coffre Deux, trois manèges payés par le grand du tieks Le même qui avance des khobz C'est le frère de T, ils bossent à trois Ils
to eat She thought she was T, but she we When I say t, that mean two turnt, that's how I be You want a show, you better million dollar me I pulled
the movies Smoke a motherfucker just for suing me She say she choose me, she say she choose me Say she love me, don't ever wanna lose me She love my white T,
can't even defeat me S-K-E to the P T, A when you face Your lips tai omi ay wunsen dry You can't even defeat me S-K-E to the P T, A when you face Come
a star, low key Tell you what, bitch do not know me I'ma blow this 30 like Odee Leanin' off this A-C T, I OD'd Can't trust a face Feel niggas plottin'
I'm a long, long way from home But you know I stay by my phone In the T, I'm all alone, yeah-yeah On the streets, I'm with my folks Time just
Bitches old as tree hollows I'm too rooted in my ways Down to the T, down to the T Gotta get that bag Bounce to the beat, bounce to the beat Y'all
Boy oh boy am I horny Hey yo T, you're ready to swing off into this? (Ready, dog) Aight man, let's kick it Sometimes I feel like a nut,
A, B, C, D, E, F, G H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P Q, R, S, T, U, V W, X, Y and Z Now I said my A, B, C's Next time won't you sing with me? A,
the beat! The B, the B, B The E, the E, E The A, the A, A The T, the T, T Can you feel it? The B, the E, the A, the T Can you feel it? Can you spark it?
My hometown likes T but fuck T (fuck T, fuck T) Bruce Grove youth club was the best, always givin' up with fuckery, yo Me and bro went halves
I'm a long, long way from home But you know I stay by my phone In the T, I'm all alone, yeah-yeah-yeah On the streets, I'm with my bros Time just
[knock knock] Yeah 1,2,1,2 let me get this tape recorder rolling Eh yeah this is eh Danny from Big Hair rock magazine, I'm here with Ice T, Eh Ice
thing, miss, but I prefer a chick that keep it lowkey wittit. One who chillin at the crib with her hair tied, oversized T, sippin green tea, playin
on the sun and ya’ll are all so far beneath, You ain’t even in the vision of that Ian T, So really all I’m tryna say is, My pen my pen my pen my pen
what i need by my side If you fuckin with the cream ya whole team gotta die Dare a nigga cross T, Dot his eye Fuck the world is my reply! If you wit me
Shorty so fine, and she’s all mine She’s the GOAT, greatest of all time She’s gotta be tired, just runnin’ through my damn mind G O A T, greatest
K, a, p, t, u, t, dat be me nigga 2201 shit Yo' chick she look familiar, yeah She used to wobble on my dick, too familiar, yeah She still wobble
Sweet T, meet me, 3 feet from a leashed beast Diseased teeth chomping, you keep peace talking to it But it's a bark-bark-back-dynamic You're starting
This bitch just changed up Judd and T, they hate us You need to wake up I think we boutta break up One day she said fuck it now she outta this world
Yo man cant hang wit us, Nah He cant hang wit us All all black, on my jeans and my T, my T All all black, af1s on my feet, yeah Goth bitch, in
of that cash - Polo on my white T, yeah I think she like me Show me some blue faces that's gonna excite me Snakes in the grass so we choose the street
locked up, country boy strap my boots for the long trip Amazing to me, came a long way still chasing the dream Mad stains on the T, day after day gotta eat
Soul taking care of all the shit Black T, gold chain type of drip I tell these hoes to get the fuck up off my dick Watch out, fake love could be
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