Tadoe

Tadoe - Suwu lyrics

rate me

(Ft. Chief Keef)

Posing all their lies wipe tears, taxing

Til I see a nigga, let me get down

Hit ‘em mock and neck, I mean so six banz

When I get here, I thought I was reject

Bitch ain’t rich, bitch I’m hook reach

Still on the front, in the hood line

Gangs in the trap, bungs out in the hood bitch

A nigga tell he allow me, I wish you would bitch

For a minute pow and shut and roab but hurry

Though that we was lucky but that’s another story

They don’t said no news but they get a nigga blow

Blow the money of Mafia, no sue nigga

Be my nigga on day they focus, going gripper

Shot on side when that nigga say, say

Beat my nigga and they think that he was down for banging

When that mad nigga scream, asking what they say

Front screen bitch, nigga we ain’t pay, pay

Before I doubt MPB get on Thursday

I got big guns saving, that is KK

Nigga though I play and shot so many face

Bitch what it is, what they do

How the fuck is you, what ?

You ? just you boy bitch

Trailer, trailer, trailer

That’s the cool bitch

Game, game no square

Guiding nigga,glan, glan shots, shots

Bang bang we have guns and shots

Pull up on your block and pops, shout gun nigga

Hold me your pock, pock nigga

Walk inside the law square nigga

Getting last square nigga

Fling Stones, bang back

For real rock your block nigga

Roll your blunt with the gloss and chops nigga

We will go more, we won’t stop nigga

All you hear is bang, bang graw, nigga gra

Bum nigga, hup

Halos catch your hands, you get drop nigga

I gotta check you when you ball that line nigga

No we’ll pose it on the line and I gota check it when it bout the line nigga

Never pose it on the blow with pass nigga

Pose it on with lies, weeping tears shack

Til I see the nigga, I say let me get that

Hit ‘em muck and nigga need six bags

When I got this I thought I was revenge

Bitch I ain’t rich, bitch I hook rich

Still on the front here in the hood line

Aging on the trap house under the hood bitch

A nigga try to roab me, I wish you would bitch

Pow ‘em in the crowd and shut ‘em, roab ‘em,

Though that we was rocking but that’s another story

Channel seven news get a nigga blow

Blow money from Mafia, no sue you

Blood game bitch, I’m on the blood game

You ain’t know none but you love me

Bitch you love that change and I’m fake ass tange

All that fake ass jewelry, why you were that

Why you fucking flexing, why you flossing

Bitch I’m glowing, lame my car glossing

Your bitch game get though a lil more glossing

Cuz I can’t do fucking flossing

Check your mind shiny day nigga

Niggas acting, letting you some game shit

Nigga wiping on that gang bang shit

Put this pistol to your bran shit

Now what the fuck you saying bitch

All along with clan bitch

The cool, clan ?

You still bully, thank God

Eating all your worries, you ain’t be in my car

Remember saying some that I need another path

Remember saying some that I need another path

Fifty sat, nigga , I work to dead, nigga

Give my fucking check, find hundred pack nigga

I work throw that

And I get my fucking check

Posing up and walla

And I get my glap, glapage

Shout, shout

Remember when we broking wall out

O 6, cuz we sign young, I’m balling bitch, I took the body kick deeper

Try take my risk watch you get the shit nigga

And I knock up on my door, I’m like how is that?

He say clock up and she say she need ten pound

Won’t take to the roofer and ?

The one I come throw to and ? do a hit like the scooter

For me when we come from boot and ?

Check out my watch and my chain lil lady I’m cooler

I front beat how I pass then I shut ‘em

If is bout that money I’m all new

Marshal way, I’ll be getting to it

We ain’t gotta ride money then I full you

Hop in my game I will pull up to you

Pose it on with lies, weeping tears shack

Til I see the nigga, I say let me get that

Hit ‘em muck and nigga need six bags

When I got this I thought I was revenge

Bitch I ain’t rich, bitch I hook rich

Still on the front here in the hood line

Aging on the trap house under the hood bitch

A nigga try to roab me, I wish you would bitch

Pow ‘em in the crowd and shut ‘em, roab ‘em,

Though that we was rocking but that’s another story

Channel seven news get a nigga blow

Blow money from Mafia, no sue you

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