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Tina Turner feat. K.A.A.N.
Demrick
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I'm ready to kick this verse, though
I can't lie and say it
Let's get to who we when we in the Yami, yeah
My diamonds dancing like a ballerina
Met a girl on Alameda, she was hot
And good with everything, like Valentina
Had to slide between her, baby had that Aquafina
She got meaner off a little Epsilon Tequila, 16 ounces in a pound of Chiba
Sold that first time I ever counted a couple G's up
TSA checking my features before they stamp my VISA
Nice to meet ya in Mexico pulling hoes out an old cantina
Wait 'til I get my hands on this shit, I hit like Ike did Tina
But the hits I'm talking 'bout coming out ya speaker
Five K for the feature and price is rising
Treat the studio like the gym, I'm just exercising
I'm on the grind for my next deposit
I set a line, and you crossed it I expected solid
But you know what they say when you assume
And make an ass out of me and you
Play me for the fool, what the fuck you think I'm finna do
(Oh, we) yeah
What the fuck you think I'm finna do (finna do)
So what the fuck you think we finna do nigga
Survive and make moves quicker
Back to regularly scheduled programming
This ain't new nigga you all got it fucked up
You never paid dues, not once, you ever made a hundred thou
And ran through that in two months
Had Uncle Sam doubling back like I need all of my funds
You wanna smoke, then you gon' need more lungs
'Cause we on a run, that rat race is stress
Bitches, death, and checks, so what did you collect
Importing raps from Maryland all the way out to Budapest
Like who the best, you should point 'em out
Let's put 'em to the test, you know the rest
When money coming in, suggest that you invest
Don't make a mess, just say ya grace, and bless and watch it manifest
I witnessed a couple of niggas lose it all and never get back, ain't that bitch
'Cause whenever you down it's nothing happening
But once you're up, then all them hoes is right back on your tip again
Feed her dick and nothing else, she treats it like it's Michelin
Serve it ala cart like a chef for the dividends
Mix the Don Juli with the Topo Chico, that's the cheat code
Back-to-back shots like free throws
My fingertips touching cheese like a bag of Cheetos
As long as I'm alive, I'm a live illegal
Too many selling dreams like Reno casinos
A bitch will build a house of lies, calls her Don Cheto
I'm gone finito patrolling the corner, call me Debo
Shorty shallow, but she got a deep throw that's the type that I need though
Give me mine, I'm on my repo
Here to build the people up, they call me Home Depot
Heard ya music it don't move the needle
While I let off the clip and reload, 'til every single target is gone (target is gone)
(Oh, we)
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