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Paroles de la chanson TF! par Homixide Gang

[Homixide Beno!]
Fuck outta here, artist
Y'all are now tuning into my nigga artist, fuck nigga (Gang)
What?
Fuck they gon' say?
Gang, yeah
Homixide, fuck a nigga gon' say?
What?
Fuck they gon' say?
What? Yeah

[Homixide Beno!]
What the fuck they gon' say, yeah, when I hop out the cut with that blick? (That blick)
What the fuck they gon' say when I walk-down with that stick? (That stick)

Hundred round drum on that bitch (Hundred round drum in that bitch)
Shoot out that bitch, let it click (Grrah, yeah)
Homixide Gang, we too rich (Homixide, Homixide)
We gotta get bro out the fence
Stackin' this chicken and rockin' these shows (What?)
You know we ain't worried 'bout shit
Walk in Givenchy and put on a ho, yeah, she swallow my kids at the pent' (What?)
Double down with two glicks
Never trustin' a bitch (Nah)
Yeah, upside-down shit hit (Homixide, Homixide), yeah
Yeah, upside-down shit hit (Homixide, Homixide)
That beam on me, bitch, it's a stick

[Homixide Beno!]

We slide opp block behind tint (Slide, slide), yeah
We slide opp block behind tint (Slide, slide), yeah
We slide opp block behind tint (Slide, slide), yeah
We slide opp block behind tint (Homixide, Homixide)

[Homixide Meechie]
I put my lil' bitch in some Ricks (Put her in Ricks)
I put my lil' bro on a lick (Bro on lick)
We snotty nose, snotty nose quick (Snotty, snotty)
Life all about takin' some risks
Smoke out the trucks and the drivers be with it
What the fuck they gon' say?

Smoke yo' bro to the face, when them jakes get behind me I highspeed the chase
What the fuck they gon' say when them guns get to blazin'
Told 'em, "Fuck the investigators, stay out the way"

[Homixide Beno!]
Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint, yeah
Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint, yeah
Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint, yeah
Yeah, we slide opp block behind tint

[Destroy Lonely]
Uh, I just hit this sidebitch
Yeah, now I'm tryna fuck her friend
Huh, finna just get on that jet
Yeah, I'm 'bout to just land in France

Spent like twenty-five hundred on jeans, put my Glock in the pocket of them pants
I'm fuckin' this bitch, yeah, she a X fiend, yeah, but she ain't poppin' no Xans
I got baguettes, they wet as fuck, yes, they hangin' right off of my neck
I got your ho tryna come have sex, and she throwin' up my set, O'

[Biggaveli]
No, you cannot try my gang (You cannot try my gang)
Niggas ain't even seen a bale (Seen a bale)
Thuggin' shit in every spot, got me tight, tryna hide the smell
I already know who come and get it, soon as I fuck, told 'em I bought a bale
Niggas ain't playin' no more 'bout a Perc, he done tried that shit and now he pale

[Homixide Beno!]
We slide opp block behind tint, yeah
We slide opp block behind tint, yeah
We slide opp block behind tint, yeah
We slide opp block behind tint

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