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Tote (feat. Tiberious) Video (MV)




Performed By: Coda Jett
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Luke Jett, Tiberious Adams




Coda Jett - Tote (feat. Tiberious) Lyrics
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I got a tote on the way
I put a check in the bank
I got a tote on the way
Tryna put racks in the safe
I got a tote on the way
Boy you suck I cannot relate
I got a tote on the way
I determine your fate
Mike Tyse, strike back oou
Slice, dice, like that oou
She and her friend, like me too
If we date ima decide that oou
Check the rate I rise at too
Stop, wait, time that too
I'm fly, like that oou
She chasin' the bag, I am too
Huh, wait
I come with the drip, ship outta space
Hop out the whip, cream on the face
I make it flip, call me Gucci Mane
I done came up, these women on me
I done came up, these women want me
Ti staying strapped, don't call the army
I ain't boxed in cuz I reign supreme
Dropping the bomb, critical
I gotta kill, typical, aye
They don't see me like invisible, aye
Pick up the rock, pivotal
Prayin to god spiritual
I don't want smoke with my rituals
I'm out of this world, mythical
I got a tote on the way
I put a check in the bank
I got a tote on the way
Tryna put racks in the safe
I got a tote on the way
Boy you suck I cannot relate
I got a tote on the way
I determine your fate
Mike Tyse, strike back oou
Slice, dice, like that oou
She and her friend, like me too
If we date ima decide that oou
Check the rate I rise at too
Stop, wait, time that too
I'm fly, like that oou
She chasin' the bag, I am too
So many nights I can't sleep
Stay up for 8 days a week
Boy better not try to creep
Leavin' your blood on my feet
I'm the one they tryna see
Youngin i got all the keys
If you want smoke come to me
I just be livin low-key
Come from the bottom, keepin a choppa
Got a bad girl, she callin me papa
Bring in the flame, feeling like waka
Got a bad girl, she givin me drama
People be saying, im going loco
Hop out the whip, slide with the 44
Play witcho girl, just like a yo-yo
I'm walking by they, watch me in slom
I got a tote on the way
I put a check in the bank
I got a tote on the way
Tryna put racks in the safe
I got a tote on the way
Boy you suck I cannot relate
I got a tote on the way
I determine your fate
Mike Tyse, strike back oou
Slice, dice, like that oou
She and her friend, like me too
If we date ima decide that oou
Check the rate I rise at too
Stop, wait, time that too
I'm fly, like that oou
She chasin' the bag, I am too
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I got a tote on the way
I put a check in the bank
I got a tote on the way
Tryna put racks in the safe
I got a tote on the way
Boy you suck I cannot relate
I got a tote on the way
I determine your fate
Mike Tyse, strike back oou
Slice, dice, like that oou
She and her friend, like me too
If we date ima decide that oou
Check the rate I rise at too
Stop, wait, time that too
I'm fly, like that oou
She chasin' the bag, I am too
Huh, wait
I come with the drip, ship outta space
Hop out the whip, cream on the face
I make it flip, call me Gucci Mane
I done came up, these women on me
I done came up, these women want me
Ti staying strapped, don't call the army
I ain't boxed in cuz I reign supreme
Dropping the bomb, critical
I gotta kill, typical, aye
They don't see me like invisible, aye
Pick up the rock, pivotal
Prayin to god spiritual
I don't want smoke with my rituals
I'm out of this world, mythical
I got a tote on the way
I put a check in the bank
I got a tote on the way
Tryna put racks in the safe
I got a tote on the way
Boy you suck I cannot relate
I got a tote on the way
I determine your fate
Mike Tyse, strike back oou
Slice, dice, like that oou
She and her friend, like me too
If we date ima decide that oou
Check the rate I rise at too
Stop, wait, time that too
I'm fly, like that oou
She chasin' the bag, I am too
So many nights I can't sleep
Stay up for 8 days a week
Boy better not try to creep
Leavin' your blood on my feet
I'm the one they tryna see
Youngin i got all the keys
If you want smoke come to me
I just be livin low-key
Come from the bottom, keepin a choppa
Got a bad girl, she callin me papa
Bring in the flame, feeling like waka
Got a bad girl, she givin me drama
People be saying, im going loco
Hop out the whip, slide with the 44
Play witcho girl, just like a yo-yo
I'm walking by they, watch me in slom
I got a tote on the way
I put a check in the bank
I got a tote on the way
Tryna put racks in the safe
I got a tote on the way
Boy you suck I cannot relate
I got a tote on the way
I determine your fate
Mike Tyse, strike back oou
Slice, dice, like that oou
She and her friend, like me too
If we date ima decide that oou
Check the rate I rise at too
Stop, wait, time that too
I'm fly, like that oou
She chasin' the bag, I am too
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Writer: Luke Jett, Tiberious Adams
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