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Thousands (Barbershop)

 

Thousands (Barbershop)

(álbum: The Tornado Kidd - 2022)


Go go
Ay, hold up let me put my air force ones on
Z06 corvette
They say don't come to the shoot without a haircut
Check
I just wake up put shit on I don't even be tryin and I'm fresh
Pull up to the barbershop
I got a thousand, fuck who next
I got a message for the streets and
I got a message for the press
So many thousands I got a thousand
For every thousand you could flex
I got two thousand for every thousand in your jeans, nigga get
I got a thousand times ten that's ten thousand on your head
I came out dripping thousand dollars
I spent a thousand on my kicks
I didn't buy that philippe shirt they wanted a thousand for that shit
Dropped 50 thousand on my car that week they shot it, boy I'm pissed
The trap fire, I got ten thousand for anybody throw a hit
They be like why ya hair dyed
I spent 2 & change on this shit
I be like my hair dyed but that ain't the only thing that did
I remember I pull out with my glock
That's the only thing they see
I'm talking 9 hundred
That how many times I slid
Shoot him in his chest
Split that nigga wig
Hit him in his leg
When he try to jump the fence
First time I shoot semi I had to turn into a switch
First he talking gangster choppa turn him to a bitch

Go, go
Onto the next one
The niggas dying like they lining up for
Bitch I walk like I talk like
A motherfucking expert
Run a nigga down
Shoot him in his legs first
I'm trying to slow him down
Then stand over a head burst
That boy hit so many times
They close the casket
Shot the dead first
Shot that nigga so many times
Everyday his brother taken ten percs
Spray the funeral
I hope he got a bad perc
Clipped on him
This boy Vietnamese
Assassins too, to stop this mother fucker
You need ten shirts, and ten vests
When I spray I don't break no sweat
Choppa spitting
Through the air
Talking shit in every song
Bitch I be flier than a damn jet
A plane
I should have grown up on Atlanta Express
A train, we say the name amtrak
Plus we need a funeral cuz Spina killed the damn track
Cut a nigga water off
Trap doing bad
Fuck I'm living good and I'm up
But it's still bad
And I'm still glad

feito

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