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Charged Up Tevvy

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Ooh, so many miles away Ooh, heaven knows that I love you
Get money in
Bitch, I'm hot thinkin' bout my brother like damn
Quick to kick a bitch out, bam

Me and my niggas in the field, rams
All these folks askin' me who I am
Tryna send a nigga home grand, slam
Guns gon' put you to sleep, sans

I get nervous when I see a white van
Live out a store, die back, nigga, cold now
Let's make a movie, then put it on two
Tryna turn niggas to a ghost, it's spooky

I put the gun down, beat you with Bruce Lee
My bitch set him up, I rob him, waist deep
Better put gloves on when you finna handle me
Halloween masked up, bitch, ain't no trick or treat

Gotta watch people there, suck you dry like a leech
Gotta go in for the win, cause you know we play for keeps
All right, what we gon' do right here
Let Tevye talk

Bitch, you know you better watch your mouth
I'ma flood the city if they yellin' it's a drought
My new bitch block, get your sweet darts out
Street says the jungle line for a walkin' hour

Ho can barely make a penny, but the bitch proud
Cook a nigga for the chicken like Kung Pao
AR cuttin' through shit, Kung Lao
Guns from Israel, Africa, Moscow

On top of my gang, can't see nothin' below me
Y'all can't hold me in the game, I feel like Kobe
Gun got a long nose on it, it's a no-go
Got four fast, need change, lil' homie

If I'm a heavyweight, then my bitch gotta be pressure
The way she givin' me bread, I feel like The Professor
Two guns with me, ain't no cowboy in a Western
Put his ass to sleep, this ain't Best Western

You ain't my bitch, never mind who I'm textin
I smoke pressure, stronger weed, less stressin
Pockets overload, that's what I call rich flexin
I can teach him how to ball, but he don't want the lessons

Turn the city to a ghost town, evil resident
When they askin' for more of it, I get blessed
Cause I'm like, bitch, I'm hot
Thinkin' bout my brother like, damn

Quick to kick a bitch out, bam
Me and my niggas in the field, ram
All these folks askin' me who I am
Tryna send a nigga home, grand slam

Guns gon' put you to sleep, stance
I get nervous when I see a white van
Live by the store, die by the nigga, Conan
Let's make a movie, then put it on Tubi

Tryna turn niggas to a ghost, get spooky
I put the gun down, beat you, Bruce Lee
My bitch set him up, I rob him, way steep
Better put gloves on when you finna handle me

Halloween masked up, bitch, ain't no trick or treat
Gotta watch people, they'll suck you dry like a leech
Gotta go in for the win, cause you know we play for keeps
Alright fellas, pull your lady clothes

Whisper this in her ear
I gotta force this hoe to get paid
I'm like, aight, f*ck it, eat the cake, anime
I got four hoes steppin' up in four days

That robbery was staged, bitch, this ain't no play
I need my pox fat like Moray
I got a Mexican plug named Jorge
I'm the Beckham man, baby, need more cakes

You wanna argue, then f*ck, I guess that's foreplay
Goin' with that monkey shit around me
Embarrassin' me, RP, Pimp C
My bitch way better than Alicia Keys

I sold keys, but I be sellin' weed usually
Heard he a snitch, nigga, that's a tellin' key
Don't tell me nothin' that you heard about me
My brother's locked in like felonies

We gon' teach your ass a lesson if you keep testin' me
Put his ass to sleep like he restin', see
Police, they try arrestin' me
I'ma stay fresh till the fuckin' death of me

Pockets extra large, nigga, I ain't heavy, dude
No denim heavily, cause God stay with me
Why you actin' blind when you know it's plain to see
Mind structure say that I'm fire, came with heat

Whatever y'all pussy niggas told me, you could catch
I'm hot, thinkin' bout my brother like damn
Quick to kick a bitch out, bam
Me and my niggas in the field, ram

All these fucks askin' me who I am
Tryna send a nigga home, grand slam
Guns gon' put you to sleep, sans
I get nervous when I see a white van

Live out a store, die bad, nigga, cold now
Let's make a movie, then put it on tube
Tryna turn niggas to a ghost, get spooky
I put the gun down, beat you, Bruce Lee

My bitch set him up, I rob him, waist deep
Better put gloves on when you finna handle me
Halloween masked up, bitch, ain't no trick or treat
Gotta watch people, there's somethin' dry like a leech

Gotta go in for the win, cause you know we play for keeps
Alright, now that everybody is accommodated
We just gon' dance
So many miles away

Heaven knows
That I love you
So many miles away
Heaven knows

That I love you
There we go, y'all
Hey, now this is set to move
And if y'all don't know how to do it

This how it's done, y'all
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm

Now turn around
You should be blind
Say it back
Now go left

Leave me
Leave me
Think about the stuff I've done
Now slow it down

Think about me
Yeah
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm

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