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Dom Kennedy

"Tool"

[Verse 1: TeeCee4800]
Aye, big face benjis and a hemi
That pus*y fertile, I need a jimmy
I'm in the motherf*ck' coupé, goin' crazy
It's just me and my Caby
Be yanked out to the motherf*ckin' fullest
n*ggas tell me I'm bogus, what you talkin' 'bout willis?
Blue chucks, shelltoes
Earrings below zero
Icey Fresh is my second home
Want a n*gga to try me, so we can get it on
C-walk on your face, n*gga
While I'm listening to Mase, n*gga
Ten toes, two feet
Blame it on the streets
MTM, what you talkin' about, Young Tally
The Loc, n*gga, don't make me chalk him out

[Hook: TeeCee4800]
I just hit that b*tch and move
I just give that b*tch the tools
Runnin around city with the tool
If you trippin' I let that loose
Know it sound like i'm off a deuce
Probably cause I'm off a deuce
Popped that zanny in there too
I swear this the best damn juice

[Verse 2: Jay 305]
Hold up, hold up
b*tch, what you talkin' 'bout?
You better get your baby daddy, 'fore I stomp him out
Ain't no passes for yees, so f*cking chuck him out
I'm at Slauson and Yee's tryna get some takeout
With a b*tch I'm fresh out
Touched down from West Side, I gotta f*ck 'em
Listening to Messy Marv (yadda) f*ck 'em
f*ckin' rats on Snapchat, I (yadda) f*ck 'em
Yeah, it's me, hoe, Jay-3-0-cinco
AKA never seen with a weak hoe
Getting robbed at Roscoes on Pico
Rappers rap game like a motherf*ckin' free throw
b*tch I'm thuggin'
I'm talking 'bout f*ckin'
Dirty South Central n*gga, f*ck your hood
Lil G, man, trippin, got the burner in the function
I ain't gon' spill my Henny, baby, even if they bustin'
This nuts

[Hook: TeeCee4800]
I just hit that b*tch and move
I just give that b*tch the tools
Runnin around city with the tool
If you trippin' I let that loose
Know it sound like i'm off a deuce
Probably cause I'm off a deuce
Popped that zanny in there too
I swear this the best damn juice

[Verse 3: TeeCee4800]
Cashed out for the lo'-lo'
Put a couple of my homies on the payroll
n*gga, what they here for
Break a dice game up, put a ten to four
Aye, and then I smash on the gas
On to f*ck a n*gga's b*tch
Then I have her set a trap on him
Yeah, I teach her how to pass on him
Bad lil b*tch, but I never spend no cash on her
I just give a b*tch the tools
Tell her walk it out like shoes
Yeah, you know that's how we do
Yeah, it's me and Marley Blu
MTM, n*gga, we don't give a f*ck about your crew
Free my n*gga, D-Loc
I'm in New York in my pea coat
Young Tally, n*gga, I'ma go to the Grammys in my khakis, n*gga

[Hook: TeeCee4800]
I just hit that b*tch and move
I just give that b*tch the tools
Runnin around city with the tool
If you trippin' I let that loose
Know it sound like i'm off a deuce
Probably cause I'm off a deuce
Popped that zanny in there too
I swear this the best damn juice

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