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tunechi (no ceilings) - dcth4g lyrics

[chorus]
(oh yeah)
yeah, i walk out this b*tch all black like a villain
i really sit back with this ice on my wrist and that sh*t feelin’ cold like a n*gga been chillin
that glock in the back really shootin’ ya folks, we shootin’ the gang, yeah, we makin a k!llin’
yeah, i’m f*ckin’ this b*tch and i’m leavin her ass, yeah i’m breakin’ her heart like i ain’t got no feelings
they countin’ me out, but i go to the top, yeah i feel like lil wayne, cause i ain’t got no ceilings, b*tch
know that i’m feelin’ like tunechi

[verse 1]
b*tch in the back and she shakin’ her booty
i pull up with that glock, n*gga, no call of duty
a n*gga ain’t sped, but i really go stupid
we put him to bed, my n*ggas, they shootin’
we put him to bed with the motherf*ckin mac’
thеy chop in the back really shootin’ ya hat
your b*tch in the crib and shе makin’ it clap
that n*gga a b*tch, that n*gga a rat
but that n*gga so small, yeah, he look like a mouse
i got ten bad b*tches all up in the house
yeah, you know i’m the goat n*gga, without a doubt
look at all of this money, i’m really gon’ count
n*gga, look at this money i just f*ckin’ made
i feel like i’m tunechi, i ran up a milli a milli a milli i really stay paid
i don’t give a f*ck what these f*ckn*ggas
sayin’ i’m doin’ this sh*t every motherf*ckin’ day
she shakin’ that ass when my music get played
she said, “turn that sh*t up” like go dj
b*tch in the back l!ckin’ d*ck like a lollipop
glock in the back, hit that boy, now he finna
drop
n*ggas they mad, cause they wack, and i’m really hot
cookin’ this b*tch, lil’ n*gga, i get the pot
yeah, my sh*t so godd*mn fire, feel like i’m weezy, i need me a fireman
these n*ggas wack, these n*ggas retire, man
you say you the best, lil’ b*tch, you a liar, man
i am not a human being, i’m a robot, look at my wires man
yeah, lil’ b*tch, i’m one of a kind
yeah, lil’ b*tch, i really stay high
my money so tall, n*gga, six foot seven foot, yeah
i’m stackin’ that sh*t for the guys
you play with the gang and that n*gga gon die
just like weezy f baby got money my mind, b*tch yeah, i got money my mind, mm*hmm
[chorus]
(oh yeah)
yeah, i walk out this b*tch all black like a villain
i really sit back with this ice on my wrist and that sh*t feelin’ cold like a n*gga been chillin
that glock in the back really shootin’ ya folks, we shootin’ the gang, yeah, we makin a k!llin’
yeah, i’m f*ckin’ this b*tch and i’m leavin her ass, yeah i’m breakin’ her heart like i ain’t got no feelings
they countin’ me out, but i go to the top, yeah i feel like lil wayne, cause i ain’t got no ceilings, b*tch

[outro]
know that i’m feelin’ like*
b*tch*b*tch, know that i’m feelin’ like tunechi

(yeah, i’m feelin’ like motherf*ckin’ tunechi)

- dcth4g lyrics

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