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faygo / you ain't shit - che & tana lyrics

[intro]
(ay, what these n*ggas on soldier?)
(swi*swishrr beats)

[verse 1: che]
young n*gga on some, i went on show
shoot from the logo, i’m in tahoe
put on the floor
in the lambo’, chat, got two top doors
boot just like a fro*yo
white tee and it came with a bullet hole
i got your b*tch, i ain’t with your hoe
hundred my wrist and this sh*t not gold
b*tch gon’ fold, just like a taco
in the street, pr*nto, pr*nto, pr*nto
my n*ggas snot nose, snot nose, snot nose
air ’em out, draco, draco, draco
dirty ass faygo, faygo, faygo
i know where you at, n*ggas just lay low
bullets go back, since you wanted a halo
she suck my d*ck, [?]
b*tch in my pants, and she your fans
[?], yeah it depends, ho
off of them drugs, b*tch look like tampons
big ass [?], b*tch on your kinfolk
and she on me, b*tch, she let me [?]
these n*ggas zesty, lil’ ass rental
draco on me, i’m in that benzo
she stuck with me, [?]
she stuck with me
[verse 2: tana]
young n*gga, my n*ggas snot nose
i’m with my motherf*cking slimeball
i can’t get out, i tell her adios
she get high, n*gga, like tekashio
knock his ass out, n*gga like [?]
f*ck plug be on? mia gotta lock it down
i’m on lil’ ho song, n*gga don’t play around
now she gon’ [?], yeah, that’s how the k sound
i just f*cked this b*tch so good
we need smoke, i roll a wood
what if we come to your hood? (to your hood)
and i’m with slime, and we winning
f*ck this hoe, i don’t want no feelings
i told big bro, i done did it
f*ck a headshot, hit your fitted

[verse 3: che & tana]
f*ck a headshot, hit your kidney
won’t let ex slide, i’m so silly
f*ck that hoe, i’m independent
find her up, like wheels spinning
f*ck your gang, i’m just kidding
a monster sealing, penicillin
i was in jeff class, b*tching dylan
i was just with my white friend dylan
i was just court, b*tch, i mean bool
house these n*ggas like [?]
i don’t want reminder
rick owen, yeah, n*gga, designer
this sh*t hotter than a pot*pie
b*tch, sit on my motherf*cking lap
this sh*t higher than a propeller
young n*gga smushed, the f*ck like professor
[verse 4: che]
i don’t wanna hear your confession, yeah
i ain’t tryna learn me no lessons, b*tch
i don’t even shop with no ecstasy (slide)
i’m tryna slide on your best friend (dive)
oh my god, what happened next? (yeah)
i’m tryna step on his vest

- che tana lyrics

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