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heave it - travv tigo lyrics

(persona)
tigoat sh*t man you know what the f*ck going on
yeah, yeah
(glokmane)

yeah i’m boutta heave it (bow)
that n*gga keep talking that sh*t like he bout it, that boy not a demon(bow, bow)
that n*gga a p*ssy, this drank got me slow but lil’ n*gga i see it(i see it)
i don’t care if god said it lil’ n*gga i ain’t gone believe it
(fa fa fa) .762 at that boy its a whole lotta’ bleeding
i got this burna’ on me pull it out its a whole lotta’ grieving
these bullets, beck him, catch em’ yeah its a whole lotta receiving(whole lotta, whole lotta)
n*gga be talking bout bl!cks like thats really the sh*t that he on
that boy only tough through the phone
the f*ck is you on?

i send em the lo’ and them boys gonna blitz
that boy ain’t a steppa’ ain’t standing on sh*t
yeah, before i go give em a sack i go run up in sak’s and go c*c my kicks
yeah, n*gga i’m in love with my choppa, in love with my baby, in love with my stick
and n*gga i’m calling my choppa the answer cause if it’s a problem the sh*t getting fixed
yeah, kamé got choppas the size of a titan
ain’t doing no talking, ain’t doing no fighting
yeah gang gonna slide, yeah they be keeping that fye
the choppa go doo*doo*doo*fah
he think that he god
yeah, imma knock that boy off of his pedestal, show him he not
n*gga you’d think that my pockets be hurtin’ the way that a n*gga be keeping these knots
gang keep one four like mobley
i keep two fours like kobe
tell my b*tch to go get it i send her off with my left like ‘n0bli
yeah f.s is the gang that’s the guys
you play with gang yo ass a get fried
we sending em up send his ass to the sky
n*gga keep talking like he wanna die
yeah, imma put that boy up on shirt, now his momma she crying she askin’ me why
why*why*why*why*why*why*why*why*why
that n*gga kept talking that sh*t now that p*ssy ass n*gga got left in the dirt
yeah you try to play with me n*gga, you play with the gang and yo ass a get murked
he thought that he brolic, he bout it, that n*gga he ain’t bout none of that sh*t he exert
my b*tch off the perky she booted up, yeah lil n*gga she off of this earth
yeah gang from a city of k!llas’ but n*gga you know that we making it work
yeah i’m boutta heave it (bow)
that n*gga keep talking that sh*t like he bout it, that boy not a demon(bow, bow)
that n*gga a p*ssy, this drank got me slow but lil’ n*gga i see it(i see it)
i don’t care if god said it lil’ n*gga
i ain’t gone believe it
(fa fa fa) .762 at that boy its a whole lotta bleeding
i got this burna’ on me pull it out its a whole lotta grieving
these bullets, beck him, catch em’ yeah its a whole lotta receiving(whole lotta, whole lotta)
n*gga be talking bout bl!cks like thats really the sh*t that he on
that boy only tough through the phone
the f*ck is you on?

- travv tigo lyrics

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