heartstopmiami - Tude
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{Intro}
I love you too Zeke!
{Chorus: heartstopmiami}
Woah-oh-oh
Put that .40 in his throat
Give ‘em tude, give ‘em more
Fuck his gang, give ‘em smoke
But they ain’t runnin’ from me, no-o-o
I ain’t playing, that’s for sure
Red light, here we go
Used to talk shit, now you don’t
You a pussy (Pussy)
{Verse 1: tropes}
Say it one more time for the back (Pu-u-u-)
Plus he talkin’ shit, he gon’ get smacked
Blue world, suicide
Twenty ‘til you die
I like dogs, you like pain
You like singing, I like trains (21)
Bodies falling on the pavement
You a loser, you play thirty-third placemеnt
{Verse 2: Jane Remover}
Playing 2K, lookin’ for a DJ
You know I don’t give a shit about yousay
Living my life, doing 90 on the freeway
Put it on a box, now I’m sneezing likе a snow day
You live a shack and I’m living in a castle
You live in a slow lane, I’m moving fast though
Every track on your page is a disaster Homie can’t mix, he put Limiter on the master
{Verse 3: sammy33}
Pussy, I just put the spotlight on you, what you tryna do?
(?...)
You a bitch bitch, I ain’t gotta worry about you
Bitch bitch bitch, you just might (?...)
Might as well surrender
Can’t believe (?...)
It must’ve been forever
Since you shit got likes and plays, that must’ve been like never
{Chorus: heartstopmiami}
Woah-oh-oh
Put that .40 in his throat
Give ‘em tude, give ‘em more
Fuck his gang, give ‘em smoke
But they ain’t runnin’ from me, no-o-o
I ain’t playing, that’s for sure
Red light, here we go
Used to talk shit, now you don’t
You a pussy (Pussy)
{Verse 4: heartstopmiami & Leshawna}
Bitch I’m fucking posted with the gang, with the squad
Got the sniper to your head, but this ain’t even COD
Why you staying with us even though you’re not
Sis, you need to stop
You better see God
He was shaking, woah
I’m not losing this challenge ‘cause you got your hair did, you spoiled little daddy’s gir-ir-ir-irl-
{Verse 5: cru}
Bitch- Bitch, I’m everything you say you could be
Brains on the streetside, I’ma leave them gushy
Don’t look up on my side, boy, you will get pushback
Twenty-one bands on me, that’s a fuckin’ Blackjack
Pull up 3D, put up hoes in the Cadillac (That’s right)
We gon’ find out where you at, shoot ‘em like a maniac
Feel like an insomniac, I wish I would’ve backtracked
When we get his body we gon’ put him in a knapsack
{Verse 6: astralviii}
With the gang, in the streets, I just bought a
Chicken spot, yeah you weak, in the whip and cru’s in
Pull up gang gang, smoke, ha, you a filet
Pullin’ up with 2 legs, can’t see where we shootin’
We just pull in, fuck it up and dip, we hit the Kool-Aid
Like Leshawna, I’m a fucking ball, yuh
Give him fucking ‘tude when he don’t pick up the call, yuh
Hit ‘em with the fuck nah
{Chorus: heartstopmiami}
Woah-oh-oh
Put that .40 in his throat
Give ‘em tude, give ‘em more
Fuck his gang, give ‘em smoke
But they ain’t runnin’ from me, no-o-o
I ain’t playing, that’s for sure
Red light, here we go
Used to talk shit, now you don’t
You a pussy (Pussy)
{Intro}
I love you too Zeke!
{Chorus: heartstopmiami}
Woah-oh-oh
Put that .40 in his throat
Give ‘em tude, give ‘em more
Fuck his gang, give ‘em smoke
But they ain’t runnin’ from me, no-o-o
I ain’t playing, that’s for sure
Red light, here we go
Used to talk shit, now you don’t
You a pussy (Pussy)
{Verse 1: tropes}
Say it one more time for the back (Pu-u-u-)
Plus he talkin’ shit, he gon’ get smacked
Blue world, suicide
Twenty ‘til you die
I like dogs, you like pain
You like singing, I like trains (21)
Bodies falling on the pavement
You a loser, you play thirty-third placemеnt
{Verse 2: Jane Remover}
Playing 2K, lookin’ for a DJ
You know I don’t give a shit about yousay
Living my life, doing 90 on the freeway
Put it on a box, now I’m sneezing likе a snow day
You live a shack and I’m living in a castle
You live in a slow lane, I’m moving fast though
Every track on your page is a disaster Homie can’t mix, he put Limiter on the master
{Verse 3: sammy33}
Pussy, I just put the spotlight on you, what you tryna do?
(?...)
You a bitch bitch, I ain’t gotta worry about you
Bitch bitch bitch, you just might (?...)
Might as well surrender
Can’t believe (?...)
It must’ve been forever
Since you shit got likes and plays, that must’ve been like never
{Chorus: heartstopmiami}
Woah-oh-oh
Put that .40 in his throat
Give ‘em tude, give ‘em more
Fuck his gang, give ‘em smoke
But they ain’t runnin’ from me, no-o-o
I ain’t playing, that’s for sure
Red light, here we go
Used to talk shit, now you don’t
You a pussy (Pussy)
{Verse 4: heartstopmiami & Leshawna}
Bitch I’m fucking posted with the gang, with the squad
Got the sniper to your head, but this ain’t even COD
Why you staying with us even though you’re not
Sis, you need to stop
You better see God
He was shaking, woah
I’m not losing this challenge ‘cause you got your hair did, you spoiled little daddy’s gir-ir-ir-irl-
{Verse 5: cru}
Bitch- Bitch, I’m everything you say you could be
Brains on the streetside, I’ma leave them gushy
Don’t look up on my side, boy, you will get pushback
Twenty-one bands on me, that’s a fuckin’ Blackjack
Pull up 3D, put up hoes in the Cadillac (That’s right)
We gon’ find out where you at, shoot ‘em like a maniac
Feel like an insomniac, I wish I would’ve backtracked
When we get his body we gon’ put him in a knapsack
{Verse 6: astralviii}
With the gang, in the streets, I just bought a
Chicken spot, yeah you weak, in the whip and cru’s in
Pull up gang gang, smoke, ha, you a filet
Pullin’ up with 2 legs, can’t see where we shootin’
We just pull in, fuck it up and dip, we hit the Kool-Aid
Like Leshawna, I’m a fucking ball, yuh
Give him fucking ‘tude when he don’t pick up the call, yuh
Hit ‘em with the fuck nah
{Chorus: heartstopmiami}
Woah-oh-oh
Put that .40 in his throat
Give ‘em tude, give ‘em more
Fuck his gang, give ‘em smoke
But they ain’t runnin’ from me, no-o-o
I ain’t playing, that’s for sure
Red light, here we go
Used to talk shit, now you don’t
You a pussy (Pussy)
