Tuk Spot

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3 hunned thousands in the tuck spot
 What I ride around like I'm broke hoe
 These bitches on my nuts now
 Cause they know a nigga getting more dough
 Stupid mainy hella saucey from the trap
 Must have blew her minds from it she heard a nigga back
 I slit through the spot already gone off yak
 Half a bottle in my pocket ain't no act, nigga
 My folks was driving, hoes was hiding
 When they seen that s5 pull up aside her
 Run off and stay in pocket like a real bitch
 The peers in my swag, can you feel it
 I step up in the joint let the hoes get on me
 Turn the party off whenever team performing
 I pull off in foreign I might squat the limit
 Have to see my house to see how I'm living
 It's bout, it's bout
 3 hunned thousands in the tuck spot
 What I ride around like I'm broke hoe
 These bitches on my nuts now
 Cause they know a nigga getting more dough
 Boss mac-ing looking like a ball player
 Got a mansion on a golf course by the lake I look out
 Type of pair make your bitch drop come in
 Get amazed, get some head, get some dick and get out
 A little conversation figured I was broke
 Ain't know her favorite song as the song I wrote
 Ain't even gotta stunt, no jewelry on
 Rather blow her mind when I bring her home
 Fuck her on the couch, fucking up the head board
 Let her fly me out, take me to the airport
 Walking round broke, rare form,
 Old bit, but I got some new jordan, whop out!
 3 hunned thousands in the tuck spot
 What I ride around like I'm broke hoe
 These bitches on my nuts now
 Cause they know a nigga getting more dough
 Another million in the attic, money I'm an addict
 Don't follow her around cause my shit on automatic
 A.r.e. sticks shift porsche automatic
 If they knew how much I have, then they prolly need a medic
 Stay on under but niggas know I'm big whipping
 I slide through the block with my new shit sitting
 Sitting, sitting, new bitch sitting for a stand up nigga
 So that new bitch sitting
 3 in the morning ain't disappointed, my bitch the truth
 Just like sir jordan it ain't no loot, it ain't important
 I'm eating good, but living normal, whop out!
 3 hunned thousands in the tuck spot
 What I ride around like I'm broke hoe
 These bitches on my nuts now
 Cause they know a nigga getting more dough
 

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Duration
03:01
Key
1
Tempo
180 BPM

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