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lirik lagu cypher: on the radar – tata, 41, jenn carter

[verse 1: tata & jenn carter]
how you dissin’? like four of yo’ homies is dead (what the f*ck?)
i send one of my n*ggas, k!ll all of y’all n*ggas
i see a opp then i see red (grrah, grrah, grrah)
with this pencil, fill ’em up wit’ lead (d*mn)
bend through the opps, i’m tryna catch em rec’
how you smokin’ my dead and i don’t got no dead?
they know my bop, mr. everything*dead
she wanna come over, i left her on read (what the f*ck?)
n*ggas p*ssy (on bro)
i’m a veteran, n*ggas is rookies (sit down)
big knocker, you can’t book me (grrah*grrah, boom)
walk in the party, and i got ’em lookin’ (on bro)
nig*n*ggas be runnin’ they mouth on the media
i run into n*ggas, yeah, it’s lit (b*tch)
b*tches be gettin’ ahead of they self
i don’t care if you pretty, suck my d*ck, grrah
i’m wit’ ‘lato, rollin’ up gelato (oh, d*mn)
n*ggas p*ssy and opp n*ggas follow (smokin’ all deads)
they know it’s forty*one ways to get paid
i got a baddie, she look like mulatto (grrah*grrah, boom, b*tch)
wit’ the legs, drinkin’ henny, no chaser (d*mn)
b*tch is dumb if she think i’ma chase her (grrah*grrah, boom)
don’t wanna f*ck, on bro, i won’t make her
put the beam to his face if he play wit’ my paper (grrah*grrah, boom)
ayy yo, preme, boom that n*gga (d*mn)
uppin’ the what? remove that n*gga (d*mn)
i’m not into politickin’ on the media (brrt)
ain’t no talkin’, boom that n*gga, look (grrah*grrah, boom)
41 i’m promoting a all the violence
spinning through the muddy
and y’all n*ggas not really on timing
call up my motha yall stay on yall timing
shorty got wap like fetty
bread winner i love to get bready
they know my bop
mr everything deady
and shots to the eye
now he looking like fetty

[verse 2: jenn carter]
i be geekin’, i tote on a what? (what?)
shorty a thottie, she don’t give a f*ck (she don’t give a f*ck, like)
she be tweakin’, she shakin’ her b*tt (grrah*grrah, boom)
and that boy is a cheetah, the way that he run (gang*gang*gang)
he*he dumb, he a bot
b*tch on my body, she totin’ my gun (grrah*grrah, boom)
you run, don’t stop
you feelin’ hot, you get sent to the sun (yeah)
he tried to diss so we made ’em deleted (gang*gang*gang)
41, and we still undefeated (glah*glah, boom)
get on the scene, make it hotter than phoenix (gang*gang*gang)
michael jackson, she want me to beat it (godd*mn)
she a baddie, and shorty conceited (grrah*grrah)
i told her i love her, but i do not mean it (grrah*grrah, boom)
i be geekin’, i only see red (red)
she like, “jenny, you know that i’m fiendin'”
and you know i’ma keep me a tool, it stay right by my side, call me nicki minaj, d*mn (like, d*mn)
think he tough, now he in a garage (grrah*grrah)
rollin’ up while she give a massage (grrah*grrah, boom)
i’m too active, i turn up the spot (gang*gang*gang)
he think he tough, he got shot on the block (grrt, bow)
please don’t try to be somethin’ you not (grrt*grrt)
i’m like a chef and i’m stirrin’ the pot (yeah)
if he think he a demon, we showin’ no sympathy
like, d*mn, bullets is slippery (bullets is slippery, d*mn)
i told n*ggas to get out the way (grrah*grrah, glah*glah)
you and yo’ homie get shot in ya face (grrah*grrah, boom)
i’m a demon, you cannot get rid of me
shorty be tweakin’, the knock on her waist (waist, like)
not 41, better stay in your place (place, like)
like, call me tay*k, i’m runnin’ a race (grrah*grrah, grrah*grrah)

- tata 41 jenn carter

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