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Charged Up Tevvy

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Say, boy, you went too crazy
Man, that cannot be my..
I'm first
Damn, let me go first

Nigga, cheer
Everybody gonna get to..
The f*ck is wrong with you
Get out of here

Bring a gun, it's robbing season
Why this man come with a bat
Shoot his ass in the back, we're trying to run like he flashed
They gonna be yelling, Ricky, when them shells hit his back

Hold on, f*ck it, nigga, they saying I'm too hot
Hail Mary Thug, like, f*ck it, nigga, Tupac
Supposed to shoot one, but I'm like, f*ck it, he got two shots
Can't get my drop like a leopard, I got new spots

Hold on, f*ck it, I'm going too crazy again
Back at the West End, trying to f*ck my bitch friend
Bitch found out I'm lying, don't care how I do it again
Talking about she love me, I'm like, where, bitch, prove it again

All gas, no brakes
Go
Bitch, I don't stop
All gas, no brakes

Go
Bitch, I got no gas
All gas, no brakes
Go

Bitch, I can't gas me up
All gas, no brakes
Go
If I hit the flame off, it's that Olympic fighter

Go ahead and fight these bullets since you such a fighter
Cattle up bad, bitchy, I'm trying to one night her
Nigga wanna box me, I turn to Mike Tyson
I let her stay the weekend, now she love the crew

I'm a dog on this bitch and I ain't talking Scooby-Doo
You can't even walk a mile in these $200 shoes
Love a bad bitch on the table screaming, eat me like some food
I'm like, girl, you know you gotta chill

Now, this ain't a movie, but I kill for them bills
In the field for that money, I'm a Buffalo Bill
I sit in the alley, I king of the hill
This nigga said he can rap better

It's whatever
Both my bitches mad at me
They say they gon' f*ck each other
Other bitch say they didn't work it out

Bitch, I ain't gon' sweat a gun, stare around my waist like a college kid in his sweater
Goofy niggas thought you knew that
Mickey Mouse ass boy, you know that you a giraffe
Kissing on this little bitch neck, she said, don't do that

I ain't trying to get nothing but head
I thought she knew that
But I guess she ain't got a clue
Got a .30 with a cool, and then you know it, and I'ma shoot

Got an AR that matching, ain't lying, it's the truth
Run up on me, jambalaya, stir fry stew
We gon' cook your ass like some food
Niggas like how I talk

Don't try to steal it
Bad little bitch, she on my line
Man, I ain't hit it
Told her ass I'm cool

I need my money like phone digits
And plus, she act like a little child
I f*ck with grown women
That's a line that went under your head

Let it go over
Got a bad little bitch
I don't like her when I'm sober
If I hit this nigga, bitch, origami on my folder

Bitch said, you a dog
Bitch said, you a dog
Bitch said, you a dog
Bitch said, you a dog

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