- Lil Tecca Grammy Freestyle 歌詞
- Lil Tecca
- Uh, Gang
Squad flexing (Squad flexing)
Send you to heaven (Send you to heaven)
Yeah
*****, I'm turnt up, I feel like I won a Grammy, yeah
Love no thotanese, I know she cannot understand me, yeah
I'm speaking guapanese, I know he cannot understand me, yeah
I'm a real *****, all you gotta do is hear me out
Please don't judge me if you do not know my past, now
Men in Black, sign that waver or they blast now
I don't gotta swindle, I 'ma let you know the fast route
Swerving in that big truck, we got ******-proof glass now
*****, I'm turnt up, I feel like I won a Grammy, yeah
I'm speaking guapanese, I know he cannot understand me, yeah
Love no thotanese, I know she cannot understand me, yeah
I'm a real *****, all you gotta do is hear me out
Please don't judge me if you do not know my past, now
Men in Black, sign that waver or they blast now
I don't gotta swindle, I 'ma let you know the fast route
Swerving in that big truck, we got ******-proof glass now
Straight flexing, she neckin'
I got them diamonds on my necklace, they steady dancing
She calling my phone sayin' she a blessing
She fake like her ***** chain, but I can't test it, yeah
I'm a busy man, she said, 'What you doing Saturday?'
I just woke up, I already made a band today
****ed a new ***** *****, I just got a new fan today
He just found out that she cheated, turned him to a new man today, yeah-yeah
She think her ***** got money, he scam, yeah
Without that AP, shit, he rock Truey and Vans, yeah
I put my all in this music, I ain't hadno second plan, yeah
And some *****s switched up, man, I thought you was my fam', yeah
*****, I'm turnt up, I feel like I won the lottery
I started making music, now these *****s wanna copy me
*****, you not me, so you can't finesse my melody
***** s in the stu' and I know they think a lot of me
*****, I'm turnt up, I feel like I won a Grammy, yeah
Love no thotanese, I know she cannot understand me, yeah
I'm speaking guapanese, I know he cannot understand me, yeah
I'm a real *****, all you gotta do is hear me out
Please don't judge me if you do not know my past, now
Men in Black, sign that waver or they blast now
I don't gotta swindle, I'ma let you know the fast route
Swerving in that big truck, we got ******-proof glass now
Glass now
Send you to heaven, heaven
Like Ginóbili with the left hand
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