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forensics - taj sooch lyrics

i was gone, but now i’m back
i’ma pull up, leave you flat
got a performante ‘rarri
spinning the block
running these laps
i got some rugers and some macs
b*tch, i’m smoking on that gas

your man got shot up in the snow
now that b*tch ain’t coming back
left your girl out in the streets
got some brothers catching bodies
f*cking thotties in the east
pack a punch when it come to that beef—
triple homicide, now he part of the deceased
bullets to his head and he caught a brief
i’ma put all my opps in a blunt
and the mainland on a leash

making this money turned me to an addict
sliding on blocks, bought me a patek
brodie make a call for war and start snapping
shooting thesе opps—
in my city, i be capping
quarterback money likе the cover of madden
two bullets to his chest, and he drop like aladdin
when it come to the fire, i’m just like a dragon
f*ck on her friend but i still got her clapping
two*tone flash on my vvs start dancing
all my hitters coolin’ in a mansion
on an opp block looking to expand it
moving these bricks turned into my passion
that boy too lippy—end up in a casket
my life is a movie, the cameras keep flashing
your man a b*tch, he ending up passing
switching on hoes, my mode is passive
f*ck up the game, watching the cash flip
dropping three bodies—call it a hat trick

smoking on who?
little b*tch, that’s your last spliff
light up the block
with a .40 and a mag clip
demon in the cut
cruising the city with a bad b*tch
cartier bracelet, living so lavish—
big stepper, really ’bout that action
step in my city, get put on a caption
green light on your head and we laughing
swiping the card, we ain’t checking no balance
thought we was gang, so tell me what happened?

glock .40 with a pole, i be whacking
caught lacking—
now that boy need a napkin
big*body mayne in the whip, i be packing
promised my brothers to f*ck up the game
i ain’t hc, but you can catch a fade
i was gone, but now i’m back
i’ma pull up, leave you flat
got a performante ‘rarri
spinning the block
running these laps
i got some rugers and some macs
b*tch, i’m smoking on that gas

p*ssy*ass b*tch, come here and get your get*back
shot him in the dome—
b*tch can’t get his head back
f*cked her last night, now you can’t get your wife back
talking that sh*t—now that b*tch won’t type back
life back calling my phone, how she like that?
drip*stepper, big draco, no mich jack
don’t care if you losing—still fight back
gone for two years, motherf*cker, i came right back
feeling like ab the way that i snipe that
your b*tch a thot—
i wouldn’t wife that
dumped a whole clip and we spinning right back
opps in the air—
i know that you smell that
reality check—
that boy need a life map
srt, little vvs, and a night strap
llc, little ccs—
that’s no cap
hit in the chest, that boy can’t get his height back
talking that sh*t, getting you hit
balling on the court—sooch don’t miss
rolling with a stick, hitting a l!ck
pull up, you get shot with a bl!ck
came from the dirt
family off the strip
srt trackhawk just got a lift
she got an ass, just bought some tits
i can’t beef with clowns, so don’t try to diss
i got knocks and a couple of spliffs
i got a drop with a couple of clips
cashing out bands with a little bit of chips
making them stack with a couple of scripts
overseas money came right off the trip
bro make a wave—might sink a ship
foreign the whip, designer the drip
this year i’ma make sure you rest in p*ss

i was gone, but now i’m back
i’ma pull up, leave you flat
got a performante ‘rarri
spinning the block
running these laps
i got some rugers and some macs
b*tch, i’m smoking on that gas

du*du*du*du*du
that’s how i step on b*tches
du*du*du*du*du
that’s how i step on b*tches
du*du*du*du*du
that’s how i step on b*tches
du*du*du*du*du
that’s how i step on b*tches

- taj sooch lyrics

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