Tec lyrics

by

Waka Flocka Flame


[Verse 1]
I swear you n*ggas on some starvin sh*t, this Rolex is so marvelous
I bought a coupe and parked that sh*t, I love this money f*ck a b*tch
b*tches put they heart in sh*t and i dont need no parts of it
You petty n*ggas garden sh*t, we got them bands they guardin sh*t
You n*ggas prayin, that I fold, AK with me centerfold
f*ck that b*tch got plenty hoes, f*ck that b*tch got plenty hoes
Spend that check got plenty mo, pop that perc n*gga, pour that fo'
pus*y boy you know you froze, pus*y boy my wrist is froze
n*ggas talkin money they can't feel what im feelin
We been chasin hunnids n*gga millions on millions
Went a spend a hunnid and got rid of the ceilin
You talkin bout a baby i put kids on the ceilin

[Hook]
On that tech, lined up Georgia tech, strapped up with my tec
Swear Im ballin, n*ggas foul and tech, army 'round the ?
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[Verse 2]
Dirty money magnet, Im a million dollar savage
Smoke the gas by the pound, you lil n*ggas smokin babbage
Tried to kill that lil pus*y, told her friends I did some damage
Im the same ol n*gga drinkin Kool Aid with a sandwich
Got the youngns with me, know that them lil f*ckas is some bandits
I been ballin like a b*tch and I know these haters can't stand it
Screamin motherf*ck a grammy , posted thirty on me, grammy
Keep that choppa in the back you know that f*cka come in handy
I swear you n*ggas stuck like photo's, ? out yo mojo
Say you want it with the kid, Im pullin up, dolo
Choppa in the chokehold, pass that b*tch like Romo
Neck n wrist a hundo, kush come by the truck load
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