Tag: TT

Unknown T – WW2 Lyrics

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[Intro]
R14
AV
X10
— obviously me and my boo
Let’s fry up the beef cah they chat too loose
Man beat off the — no proof
The beef goes on, now it’s World War II
Re-up then feed the recruits
Bill up an ablim in my off-white boots
A yute got touched down, who’s on the news? (Whoosh)
Top Gear in a drop-top, obviously me and my boo

[Verse 1]
No BXB when I push hard
Or I could put blades in brown
Let’s live when the beef paigons can’t circle around
He lacked, no faces found
We two dumpy young Gs on the work some opps then talk up the town
Rebrowse, no Vaseline ting, we dig or we rub man out
We hide from pigs cause we burst up clowns
In my back pain but we don’t have doubts
They try look lit but they don’t have clout
Fill that PR with a different bounce
[?] with a Turkish round, .32 or spin, let me lurk this ’round
I heard this chick want a Birkin now
Gyal love chat shit, come and twerk it down (Down, down)

[Chorus]
Let’s fry up the beef cah they chat too loose
Man beat off the — no proof
The beef goes on, now it’s World War II
Re-up then feed the recruits
Bill up an ablim in my off-white boots
A yute got touched down, who’s on the news? (Whoosh)
Top Gear in a drop-top, obviously me and my boo
Let’s fry up the beef cah they chat too loose
Man beat off the — no proof
The beef goes on, now it’s World War II
Re-up then feed the recruits
Bill up an ablim in my off-white boots
A yute got touched down, who’s on the news? (Whoosh)
Top Gear in a drop-top, obviously me and my boo

[Verse 2]
The bacon try bop when we lurkin’ for opps
We stop then try and resume
Two hands on the broom, let’s bark it
Pick up the opps like “which one’s who?”
I was up in the [?] tryna dodge curfew
Best not get sprayed like my new perfume (New per—)
Man bully the opps now jakes wanna take down tunes
Bro let’s like TT come circle, pink or purple
Returns go beat off the burgles
I’m in an 03 plate with my tuggs
Man creep on the opps then see ’em dispersal
We got real life smoke but your beef looks virtual
Reverse that, blow off your ab, no Virgil
Go another hood then circle
The van’s got tuggs like Sercos
Should I get [?] or should I get Scofield
I was locked up eatin’ [?] and [?] food
On a rideout with a mask on both [?]
Keep it low or I’ma try and ching and put both through
Bend your big back, these barbies wrap ’round my fingertip cah I make gyal yodel
Man jeet on it once now she wanna keep up phone calls
My gang beat off and keep off socials
Times man [?] but she gets vocal
Js won’t come to the T, I’m hopeful
Man been in my spot like Decal local
I’m on a ting so I’m local
Why I get blood pressure when the door knocks? ‘Cause of popo
If you need more bread, no promo
Upteen fly up to [?] on the Volvos

[Chorus]
Listen
Let’s fry up the beef cah they chat too loose
Man beat of the — no proof
The beef goes on, now it’s World War II
Re-up then feed the recruits
Bill up a ablim in my off-white boots
A yute got touched down, who’s on the news? (Whoosh)
Top Gear in a drop-top, obviously me and my boo
Let’s fry up the beef cah they chat too loose
Man beat of the — no proof
The beef goes on, now it’s World War II
Re-up then feed the recruits
Bill up an ablim in my off-white boots
A yute got touched down, who’s on the news? (Whoosh)
Top Gear in a drop-top, obviously me and my boo

[Outro]
Let’s fry up the beef cah they chat too loose
Man beat of the — no proof
The beef goes on, now it’s World War II
Re-up then feed the recruits
Bill up an ablim in my off-white boots
A yute got touched down, who’s on the news? (Whoosh)
Top Gear in a drop-top, obviously me and my boo
Let’s fry up the beef cah they chat too loose
Man beat of the — no proof
The beef goes on, now it’s World War II
Re-up then feed the recruits
Bill up an ablim in my off-white boots
A yute got touched down, who’s on the news? (Whoosh)
Top Gear in a drop-top, obviously me and my boo
R14
AV
X10

Tori Kelly – Time Flies Lyrics

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[Intro]
1,2,3,4

[Chorus]
Yeah I’m outside in an AMG
Right outside, TT
Too turnt, baby, yeah you know me
Still with the ones that I grew beside
All the people ’round me ride or they die
Gotta watch the time ’cause it’s flyin’ right by
I’m outside in an AMG, yeah
Right outside, TT
Too turnt, baby, yeah you know me
Who am I? All the people ’round me ride or they die
Gotta watch the time ’cause it’s flyin’ right by
Too turnt, baby, yeah you know me

[Verse 1]
I just hit up shorty off a finsta
Just threw on a hoodie, it’s a Crenshaw
Way that I been livin’ unconventional
I’m just tryna make it to the end, ya know
Certain things just started gettin’ tenser
Think we need to have us an adventure
I could be your girl but maybe down the road
Right now I would rather see my heart turn to chrome
Rather see my heart turn crystal
I can’t even front like I don’t miss ya
Right now I’m just stuck inside the crib on my own
Soon as I free up, I’m ’bout to pop up on your phone like

[Chorus]
I’m outside in an AMG
Right outside, TT
Too turnt, baby , yeah you know me, yeah
Who am I? All the people ’round me ride or they die
Gotta watch the time ’cause it’s flyin’ right by
Too turnt, baby, yeah you know me
Yeah

[Verse 2]
Heart’s still on javelin, baby
Too turnt, baby, yeah you know me
I was pullin’ off ‘fore they knew me
Sometimes I wish there was two of me or three of me
When it was you and me yeah
I feel like I love you too much to change you
You believe in angles more than angels
Feel like I’ve been going through too much to explain to you
But I’m still the same way I was when I came to you
Everything I have, what I had to exchange for you
Everything I’ve been through, I can’t even complain to you
Wish it stayed the same for you, sorry
Uh-uh I’m sorry oh

[Outro]
And-and-and-and—
I’m outside in a—
I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m— (I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m—, I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m—)
I’m outside in a—
I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m— (I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m—, I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m—)
I’m outside in a—
And-and-and-and I’m outside in a—
I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m— (I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m—, I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m—)
I’m outside in a—
Woi-oi, woi-oi-woi-oi-woi-oi-woi-oi-woi-oi