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lirik lagu t.a.b – fune$to

intro

(i train a b-tch to suck your d-ck and take your rollie off your wrist)

[hook: gucci mane]

i train a b-tch to suck your d-ck and take your rollie off your wrist
yeah she on that kinky sh-t, c-cky bizness of the b-tch
i pimp a b-tch, a stripper b-tch, i thank the lord i cop the b-tch
i made 300 off the b-tch, i bought the b-tch a anklet

i train a b-tch

[verse 1: fune$to]

i take ya b-tch, its simple n-gga all they want is dough
in my pockets, shorty she seen that green & now she trying to go
(woah) greedy chick that chew me ask about her she blew me
whipped it out she said shoot me now my kids locked in like they juvies
straight, home-wrecker that house fall when i come around
i give her back, & thats hand me downs, i’m da hottest n-gga i burnt her out
i tell a b-tch if she f-ck around with them f-ckarounds she get f-cked
an if she going rounds , w/ all my rounds she going bust .. (but ain’t shootin)
with that brain she ain’t stupid…
she uh make a n-gga lose it…
and; she do it for the mula
she could blow a couple fuses
and i trained the b-tch like my dog
my old b-tches that’s gone…..
them b-tches changing like seasons, i see all them (autumn) in that fall
should never trust ya b-tch n-gga , you might think she f-ckin w /ya
when she get a couple figures, she goin crop you out da picture.
if ya service bad y’all might f-ck around & go lose connection
don’t you search for ya past b-tch, for a future reference

[hook]

[verse 2: fune$to]

see i’m a rapping god, bet ya b-tches love my songs
red carpet, when i walk, i can tell you i’m a star
no night sky, but them stars out .. i took ya b-tch & went far out
wanna go the distance w/ me girl you should’ve never took that hard route (forreal…)
i trained ya b-tch, straight tamed ya b-tch. now that b-tch crazy
she a animal, an i got the cage when i let her lose she try chase the wages
the motto homie, say f-ck a b-tch, make it rain first now that’s 2nd nature
i take ya b-tch straight schooled the p-ssy an p-ssed the b-tch i graduated
congratulations’ i did it ho, who the f-ck i do it for?
the love of money, that’s cupid dough. if you can’t ride better cruise control
you choosin hoes, ain’t worth sh-t . . got n-ggas thinking you perfect
i’m a rap god on my church sh-t, an all these b-tches going worship

[fune$to talking]
the moral of the story forreal yo, you really can’t trust every b-tch out here, you think they’re with you when they’re not. ain’t n0body safe man

[hook]

- funeto

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