Tangotalk

Ayo, Eli, what the fu*k? My last day on earth (What?), I just hope I die rich You want my lifestyle, tell me, what you gon’ sacrifice for it Grew up as a quiet kid, it’s the time for me to talk my s*it Grew up with no money, took some time for me to look like this Dress like this, put some diamonds on my wrist I flexed on all my old hoes just to show them what they missed Huh, treat this s*it like Death Note, put my opps on one big list Huh, w-when I see him out, I pull my Glock then blow a kiss (Huh, leh’ go) Big K3, b!tch (Ou, s*it) Ayo, Eli, what the fu*k? Tchyeah I-I-I might pull up, three baddies, that’s a hat-trick Gymnastics, yeah, I made the money backflip (??) swaggers in my jeans, I don’t practice Book a flight to Cali’, LA shawties love my accent (OI!) L-L-LA shawties love my accent Book a flight to Cali’, LA shawties love my accent Rackies in my pocket, money longer than a (??) When I stand on stage, women faint, Michael Jackson If I dress (??), (??) not a hundreds Put my phone on D.N.D, (??) ’bout some munyun YT going up, I’m ’bout to blow just like a trumpet She found out that I’m rich, now she talking ’bout some crumpets (O-OI!) Huh, had to tell her, \”You the one, b!tch\” G-G-Girl, I live a really fast life, you don’t want this Samurian powers, spending Euros in my fast ting You didn’t have to say you had a man, I weren’t asking Talking ’bout some bands, I get a lot like I’m parking (??) these demons, say \”These bands, it’s a fast ting\” (??) his- (??) his own n!gga tryna talk (??) You’re still in the DMs, (??) me in her apartment Tchyeah Tchyeah, tch-tchyeah Model with me, skinny pockets fat like Eric Cartman Tchyeah, tchyeah M-M-Model with me, skinny pockets fat like Eric Cartman (Bhristo, talk to ’em, slime) Yeah Huh, yeah (B!tch) Huh, Super Saiyan, b!tch Got a hundred damn b!tches turning 19 when I’m ’bout to buy my second blick Why the fu*k you talk so much when you know you full of s*it? I got poles in the (??) You should pull up, only if I fu*k with you, that’s it My life (??) shows, straight movie and clips Eat the guap for my chips, (??), here’s a snip I got 55, my clip, (??) got some ribs I can whip this vert with this lil’ Uzi like the lift I don’t need to breathe, I just want a beat, that’s my gift She want me to breathe, she (??) me, throw the sticks He keep asking me \”Where we go\”, like, damn, I ain’t even hear it (??), (??), way more (??) I know why they act so jealous, ’cause I’m (??). UGS 2025 TOP 10 CYPHER lyrics – Underground Sound : Get lyrics and music video of this song here on LyricsBull.com