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Tayfun Karakaş
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TC on my chest nuh
If ya talking grub we got the best darg
So I had to shell it on drill too
Fuck getting racks I need mills too
(Money)
Man I need it all
All my opps man I seen them fall
Stuck in the trap
But I could of done ball
Telling Keisha let me get that call
(Brrr)
TC on my chest nuh
If ya talking grub we got the best darg
So I had to shell it on drill too
Fuck getting racks I need mills too
(Money)
Man I need it all
All my opps man I seen them fall
Stuck in the trap
But I could of done ball
Telling Keisha let me get that call
(Brrr)
Chop it
Bag it
Sling it
Yeah you know the trap line blinging
None of my kitties they singing
I was OT with Sarah
Came back London with Vicky
I was doing days in the T with a nitty
You can't tell me bout gritty (Shut up)
Now I'm doing lunch in gaucho
Show a boy the end like the boy was an outro
Still be living in council
Do my ting I ain't tryna be down low
Tryna stay up
Vicky go down
Giving her dick
Giving her rounds
Them boy there they clowns
They put beef over making pounds
That could never be me
That could never be us
Only my team I trust
Pour some juice in the cup
Pour some juice in the mug
I got white like billy
I got kurds in killy
That move silly
Tell Sarah I'm busy
Chasing lizzy
Chasing Millys
Chasing billys
TC on my chest nuh
If ya talking grub we got the best darg
So I had to shell it on drill too
Fuck getting racks I need mills too
Man I need it all
All my opps man I seen them fall
Stuck in the trap
But I could of done ball
Telling Keisha let me get that call
TC on my chest nuh
If ya talking grub we got the best darg
So I had to shell it on drill too
Fuck getting racks I need mills too
Man I need it all
All my opps man I seen them fall
Stuck in the trap
But I could of done ball
Telling Keisha let me get that call
My girl hates it when we're laying in bed
And a young boy gets that call
Aiming these dots
Spraying these shots
Ima just risk it all
Tell my young g go do the dirt
I ain't tryna get no blood on my shirt
I ain't tryna get no blood on my shirt
From day I been chilling with blacks and Turks
And whites and a couple mad Asians
Chilling with a girl from west
Man I look at the back
Man I think she bajan
She a 10 in the ass
She a 10 in the face
When I look at the eyes she blasian
Cocaina Caucasian
All love for my day 1s
All my people we raise funds
Fuck dem kilos we swim tons
Only us got man got big guns
Boom
TC on my chest nuh
If ya talking grub we got the best darg
So I had to shell it on drill too
Fuck getting racks I need mills too
(Money)
Man I need it all
All my opps man I seen them fall
Stuck in the trap
But I could of done ball
Telling Keisha let me get that call
TC on my chest nuh
If ya talking grub we got the best darg
So I had to shell it on drill too
Fuck getting racks I need mills too
(Money)
Man I need it all
All my opps man I seen them fall
Stuck in the trap
But I could of done ball
Telling Keisha let me get that call
Writer(s): Tayfun Karakas
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