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personally i liked it. i think his voice was kinda different than what i was expecting and i thought it would be faster pace. but his lyrics and metaphors were pretty strong. im staying exited for the tape
personally i liked it. i think his voice was kinda different than what i was expecting and i thought it would be faster pace. but his lyrics and metaphors were pretty strong. im staying exited for the tape
personally i liked it. i think his voice was kinda different than what i was expecting and i thought it would be faster pace. but his lyrics and metaphors were pretty strong. im staying exited for the tape
His lyrics were terrible. His flow made the song good.
At least he didn't repeat himself
Man, fuck these niggas
Tunechi’s back, Tunechi’s back
Thats all these bitches
Screaming that Tunechi’s back
All eyes on me
Nigga picture how I’m rolling
Strapped up with that mac
Masked up like a goalie
Mad my bitch on that coke
She snorted 4 on the bed
Now the bitch on me
She selling pussy and pay me
They sayin’ Tunechi’s back, Tunchi’s back
And I bought them twins with me
Nigga, click and clack
Let's go!
Out on bail
Work on the scale
Put some change on your head
Boy, you're on sale!
Yeah I'll see you in Hell
Pop pop get well
Make breakfast cause I got
You walking on egg shells
Zan with that lean
I ain't a begging muthafucka
But nigga please
And I aim this muthafucka at your memories
And all my niggas bloods but we make you niggas bleed
Yeah, bloody mary
I’m the one with the money
So I ain't the one with the gun
All I do is give the word to the one with the gun
I’m triple OG, Phuke splitting the sweet
Fuck bitches get money
Mission complete
Man fuck these niggas
I ain't worried bout em
These niggas pure pussy, pull a pearl out em?
Yeah, I got a virgin I call her Madaonna
But I ain't trippin, her head is a monster
Yeah, we do this for real
Swear to God I never shoot unless I’m shooting to kill
Young wild muthafucka, pop you and a pill
Boy instead of writing raps you should be writing your will
You a dead man, I get to poppin’ this bitch
Watch where your head land
I ain't right I swear to God, I need my head scanned
Stand up and eat that pussy while she on a head stand
I’m a dog ho, camo cargo’s, semi auto’s
My bitch sniff more lines than a barcode
Wish I could take a shot of Ciroc with Pac
Sorry for the wait til my album drop…
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