TMS Lyrics – Mr Cotan
Singer: Mr Cotan
Title: TMS
We stacking
And robbing
And killing it
200 acts
All of my n#gg#s be doing it
Pulling the plug
We blowing it
No we ain’t blowing
All of my girls are foreign
Lapping the race
I go
Know that I know
Put your head on the floor
Ain’t making no trash no more
Your boutta rage
And ima jump on the stage
Am tryna build a brand
Get me some fans
Get me a rack and a benz
Calling my name
Man you already know
Get me a gun you slow
Up in party
Man we boutta blow
Run in a race ok
If i do this
I gotta watch my back
200 made in the houses
20 ol week
Gotta f#cking devour (wooo)
Get my G and shoot
Wipe his nose
And gotta flu
Ain’t no walk in a park
Looking at numbers
You will know am fire
How many made in hour
I don’t know
Its an topic thunder
Don’t you look at the news
In my hood
There’s a cold murder
3 full days drive by
Look on the curve
Ain’t still clean his blood
Am picking up my mic
Speaking the truth
People still gonna hate
I gotta do my sh#t
Lost some friends
But am wining fans
Seem to large
I don’t know what to do
I’ma go get a job
I’ma go do a movie
Waste your time
I’ma go on my grind
1 whole year
I think it will so
We stacking
And robbing
And killing it
200 acts
All of my n#gg#s be doing it
We stacking
And robbing
And killing it
200 acts
All of my n#gg#s be doing it
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