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• Artiste: SheedTs
• Titre: It's Ts
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(I just need my space right now) Counting so much money, I can't even sleep Man, I used to pray for days like this, it got me feeling weak Pour a four and feel the geek I feel just like Scottie P I don't care how rich I get, you still ain't gettin' nothin' out of me Know my mama proud of me Livin' like a prodigy I'm just living honestly 'Member I was talking shit to B-Line like, "Who hot as me?" All the hoes that passed me up back then say, "Acknowledge me" Walkin' in the bank, they hold me up and give apologies Asked me why it's Ts on the road, I said, "We gotta be" Nigga, I been hot since no one knows, casket, twenty oz Fuck hit the block, we hit the road fast with twenty 'bows Nigga, I was young and dumb Fuckin' up in school and shit, was acting like an only son I know I ain't the only one A nigga try phone, he done Cream color guts, real Wock' and a cream soda Brodie selling white and soft, I'm fuckin' with that green yola Know some niggas selling dog, but I can't bring the team over Yeah, uh, yeah I said, know some niggas selling dog, but I can't bring the team over Know some niggas selling that dog still Uh, damn, uh And yeah, we really living I got all my own shit and still make my decisions Uh, I can feel it in bones when they play me for pigeon Yeah, my palms itching Keep a trigger finger distance Have 'em screamin' out, "Good riddance" Yeah, uh Yeah, we really living Uh, I got all my own shit and still make my decisions I can feel it in bones when they play me for pigeon Yeah, my palms itching Keep a trigger finger distance Have 'em screamin' out, "Good riddance" I said, have 'em screamin' out, "Good riddance" Keep a trigger finger distance Have 'em screamin' out, "Good riddance" Uh, yeah Mike Amiri denim, twelve fifty wrapped around my ass Matter fact, that's twenty-five 'cause I bought two so I could pass I was really dead broke, now I'm just here burning cash, skrrt-in' past Fuck it, it's two hundred on this bitch, I'm thinking I'm gon' crash Hold it, everybody dragging Asking me what happened I done really got it, I ain't talkin' captions Niggas on the net, fla-fla-lashin' I can get a hit, everybody captioned Yeah, I said everybody captioned I can get a hit, everybody— I can get a hit, everybody— Yeah, I can get a hit, everybody captioned