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Tec - twentydollars lyrics

Artist: Tec

album: twentydollars


When the poetry's written
We flow and they listen
If they pull up in a group man we leave most of em missing
Notice him slipping
He feel the razor poke his intestines
Don't tell me hold up, the only thing I hold is a weapon
When I joke with my bredren
Hear the giggles and laugh
Mfs move like snakes they go their slithering path
Hear whistles then blast
Our hips equipped with pistols and gats
And this inks the greatest weapon when we list the attacks
When the shotty BLOWS, perish in the soggy ground sheriff
Let these motherfuckers starve watch their bodies malnourish
Put barrel in his mouth, and we lock him down stairs
Then we go and make a milly just like bobby brown parents
I be causing loud terror from the bars that I spit
If you miss what i say and you can pardon my fist
No harder than this cus tec been going hard ever since
A little fella man I always been a star as a kid
Twenty fucking dollars in my pocket
Boutta make this shit jump to a hundred k
Twenty fucking dollars in my pocket
Boutta make this shit jump to a hundred k
Twenty fucking dollars in my pocket
Boutta make this shit jump to a hundred k
Twenty fucking dollars in my pocket
And im boutta make this shit jump to a hundred k, aye
My eyes barely open and I'm half awake
Bitches broke and we adding bank up at a faster pace
Want the beef? we be packing trays so you can have a taste
Boi you done dug your own grave to get your casket laid
Pass away, anybody wanna book a ticket?
Watch where you step, I grabbed the tec and got these pussies dipping
And dudes who used to know me saying look he did it
Tryna get my balance but these fools don't know the foot position
A creator they confuse me with a god
How I'm usually making profit/prophet
And my duties being processed like the food up in mcdonalds
Roll the doobie and get high
Then the studio I hop in just to prove that i got sauce
Like who are you talk?
How you losing and you mocking dude?
You riding for the money bro u moving like a prostitute
47 balance man I choose to get my chakras smooth
Went from losing to the top while you be snoozing in ya mama's coupe

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