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i don't type - ak tarantino lyrics

[post*chorus: ak tarantino]
lil’ bro don’t know where his hoe at
used to be next to the passenger, window was zipped
but we gassin’ the store bag
prada fit on, and they probably think i went and stole it

[verse 1: ak tarantino]
we is a opposite, [?]
but b*tch, you a bot, we ain’t thinkin’ the same
let me go drivе the boat, pull up with bombs
and i promise we droppin’, i’m sinkin’ this planе
i got a choppa, it came with a muzzle
i pop it and bang it, ain’t singin’ the same
i give her meat like a whopper
this b*tch is a bop, she a natural sk*nk in the brain
we cannot meet, i’m like jason statham with the chop’
you a actual stain in the game
i been up battlin’ demons, tryna get out of my head
i walk in, blow a big bag at neiman’s, i walk with my feet in the sand
smoked, then i wanted to sleep in, ain’t wanna get out of my bed
drivin’ that ‘rari, it’s stolen, weapon got no tag on it
bad b*tch a barbie, she a phony b*tch, they put plastic on her
i been out pimpin’, got some racks in the skinnies, they gon’ blast my pockets
[verse 2: d.b chapo]
d*mn, they gon’ blast my pockets, hey
i got the racks in my skinnies
why these lil’ b*tches watchin’ my pockets?
hey, you want the smoke like a chimney
i’ma f*ck around, catch me a body (catch me a body)
(d*mn, what?) they gon’ blast my pockets, hey
i got some racks in the skinnies
why these lil’ b*tches be watchin’ my pockets?
you want the smoke like a chimney
i’ll f*ck around, spin the big bentley, go catch me a body
we in the fishbowl, i’ma break the box
’cause i need to go get some dasani (get some dasani)
i’m ’bout to land down on a private jet
i took the perc, now it might be a man down
all these b*tches be ran down, i ain’t ever gon’ stand down
okay, i get the rock in the bag
why these lil’ b*tches tryna copy the swag?
new b*tch want me to pop in the back
loose lips, i had to body his ass
hey, uppin’ this flagpole
got the biggest choppa on the back of my body
that b*tch will send you to a black hole
i’ma bake the boy just like a casserole, okay

[chorus: ak tarantino]
let that boy try to type on the ‘net
nah, he f*ck around, [?]
they try to come for my neck
ayy, they try to copy and clone it
she askin’ why i’m upset
i told her i don’t really know to know that
i was tryna go for a throwback
everybody askin’ me if i’m next, i told ’em they don’t [?]
[post*chorus: ak tarantino]
lil’ bro don’t know where his hoe at
used to be next to the passenger, window was zipped
but we gassin’ the store bag
prada fit on, and they probably think i went and stole it

- ak tarantino lyrics

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