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smash central - liltae2 & tse e2 lyrics

[intro: tse e2]
he said hit*hit the road, just pulled a twenty*ball inside the stash, n*gga
ever made a hundred thousand off of—

[verse 1: tse e2]
ever made a hundred thousand off of rap, n*gga?
hit the road, just pulled a twenty*ball inside the stash, n*gga
i just met this freaky b*tch and had her back bendin’
b*tch, i just hit the dope and said this sh*t was raw, i’m in the trap trippin’
just pulled a bird up out my hat and call the hat trickin’
let me find out that you f*ckin’ on my stings then i’ma fap pistol

[verse 2: liltae2]
you see a n*gga with some motion then you ass kiss him
if you think you finna talk your sh*t, i’m talkin’ trash with you
i got the police on my ass, this sh*t a sad issue
drugs was on my lap and in the back, i got a stashed pistol
k2 the quarterback, know when he pass, he throwin’ fast missiles
i’m walkin’ in and out to hit thе swerve, this sh*t was fast simple
usеd to be the one that tried to s— f*ck
i said used to be the one that tried to slide, i had a crashed mental
if you tryna shop with tae, just have a bag with you
unky ass done hit the enterprise and copped a jag’ rental

[verse 3: tse e2]
don’t be tryna hate on me because your bag little
why the f*ck i try and cook the dope, ain’t use the mask with it?
popped a perc’ and popped another perc’ and now my ass itchin’
i don’t even want this b*tch to let my dad hit her
dropped the cartier, go drop some t**th, go be a bad winter
this b*tch, she ugly in the face, she takin’ bad pictures
rap n*gga, don’t play me like a rapper, i’ll crash with you
b*tch, don’t play me like a joke ’cause i’ll laugh with you
[verse 4: liltae2]
was playin’ call of duty, i had lag issues
every time a weapon in my pants, be havin’ sag issues
up the glock and pistol*whip a hand, that mean a mag hit you
the b*tch asked for a lyft, i told her, “no, ho, let a cab get you”
might go to johnny dang to get some t**th like i got bad dental
hit this college b*tch, she up the road, she went to smash central
my chick ain’t have a b*tt, she hit the doctor, now the ass thicker
tryna cop a feat’ but don’t got cheese, man, your ass trippin’

- liltae2 tse e2 lyrics

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