Lyrics Tic Tac - Intro - wifisfuneral
Yuh
Cris
Dinero
Ay
Yuh,
ay
Ay,
ay
Ooh,
ay
Act
like,
act
like
Ooh,
ay
Ooh,
ay
Ay,
ooh,
ay
Ay,
hold
my
pistol
at
my
death
Fuck
my
life,
this
don′t
mean
shit
Broad
give
me
top,
ride
with
the
mop
Hold
me,
floating
off
two
percocets
Pink
molly,
tic
tac,
make
me
sweat
Cut
a
fuck
nigga
in
the
face,
hold
my
dick
Two
phones
on
my
hip,
I
don't
know
who
this
is
Ooh,
bad
bitch
swallow
my
kids
who
is
the
bitch
Gonna
bust
off
the
rip
Ay,
I
just
might
just
Bowflex
my
chest
Big
diamond
bezel
all
the
way
to
my
pecs
This
is
that
shit
that
I
smoke
when
they
dead
Stack
it
up,
run
it
up,
I
can′t
let
fuck
niggas
think
that
they
one
to
one
Bring
your
little
bitch,
yeah,
she
ride
on
my
dick
When
I
step
in
this
bitch,
yeah,
you
know
they
uncomfortable
Ooh,
yuh,
give
it
to
her
right
now
Ooh,
pipe
down
clip
right
now
Ooh,
tats
on
my
neck
and
my
skin
Riding
that
glizz
in
the
Benz
Thumbing
through
racks
with
my
kin
Bussing
down
all
on
I
was
a
demon
back
then
Thumbing
through
racks
with
my
kin
Bussing
down
all
on
I
was
a
demon
back
then
I
was
a
demon
back
Riding
around
with
my
eyes
low
Big
bankroll,
I
don't
ever
fold
Fuck
nigga
hate,
he
don't
wanna
see
me
win
But
the
cash
came
in,
that′s
what
I′m
here
for
Me
and
you
don't
correlate,
I
don′t
know
Adding
up
a
hundred
bands
on
my
iPhone
I
don't
know
shit
that
these
fuck
boys
on
I
don′t
know
shit
that
these
fuck
boys
on
Adding
up
a
hundred
bands
on
my
iPhone
I
don't
know
shit
that
these
fuck
boys
on
Adding
up
a
hundred
bands
on
my
iPhone
I
don′t
know
shit
that
these
fuck
boys
on,
man
Adding
up
a
hundred
bands
on
my
iPhone
I
don't
know
shit
that
these
fuck
boys
on
Adding
up
a
hundred
bands
on
my
iPhone
I
don't
know
shit
that
these
fuck
boys
on
Like,
cut
him
with
the
blade
on
my
hip
Ay,
feeling
like
Mick
Jagger
with
the
drip
Tooth
fairy,
nigga,
always
give
my
two
cents
Whose
bitch
wanna
fuck
on
the
Rich
Life
clique
Yuh,
boy,
I′m
back
in
the
casket
Ass
thick,
thinking
that
I′m
doing
black
magic
Ratchets,
run
up
on
my
soul,
can't
catch
this,
ay
Want
me
to
Walk
with
racks
on
my
jeans
Woke
up,
just
killing
the
scene
Told
myself
I′m
the
best
rapper
alive
And
I
looked
up
at
God,
he
said,
"Can't
disagree"
Want
me
to
Want
me
to
Walk
with
racks
on
my
jeans
Woke
up,
just
killing
the
scene
Told
myself
I′m
the
best
rapper
alive
And
I
looked
up
at
God,
he
said,
"Boy,
like,
I
can't
disagree"
Want
me
to
Riding
around
with
my
eyes
low
Big
bankroll,
I
don′t
ever
fold
Fuck
nigga
hate,
he
don't
wanna
see
me
win
But
the
cash
came
in,
that's
what
I′m
here
for
Me
and
you
don′t
correlate,
I
don't
know
Adding
up
a
hundred
bands
on
my
iPhone
I
don′t
know
shit
that
these
fuck
boys
on
I
don't
know
shit
that
these
fuck
boys
on
Adding
up
a
hundred
bands
on
my
iPhone
I
don′t
know
shit
that
these
fuck
boys
on
Adding
up
a
hundred
bands
on
my
iPhone
I
don't
know
shit
that
these
fuck
boys
on,
man
Adding
up
a
hundred
bands
on
my
iPhone
I
don′t
know
shit
that
these
fuck
boys
on
Adding
up
a
hundred
bands
on
my
iPhone
I
don't
know
shit
that
these
fuck
boys
on,
like!!!
1 Tic Tac - Intro
2 ItTakes2ToTango
3 Grim Pt. 2 (feat. Dirty Face Smook)
4 Centerfold (feat. Kid Trunks, 458 Keez & Danny Towers)
5 LoyaltyRunsDeepInDaLongRun
6 Eyez Low (feat. Danny Towers)
7 Wrist Motion
8 lil jeff hardy
9 Weigh !t Out! (feat. 458 Keez & Cris Dinero)
10 BloodyBoysWhoCriedWolf (feat. Chxpo)
11 Jackie Chan
12 1st Day Out (feat. YG Ivy)
13 DisDaHateSongBby - Outro
14 3 Xans
15 Wya? (feat. Ugly God) - Remix
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