10pm I'm going out
Can you show me where the eaters at?
Her accent like her booty, thick as hell, shawty bring it back
Way more promt to pick a fight just show me where to beat em' at
Still a cross body on my chest, don't wanna reach in that
Verses so damn fire f*ck a round, need my feature back
Link with one of my ex's like an old weave I can't reattach
Remind me of the
Nevermind
We can't speak on that
Her Venmo up on Valentine's, I can't link with that
Huh huh
Flooded wrist I really want gold Cartier
Huh huh
Shawty knew the drill she got up outta' there
Giving a f*ck what's in my cup baby you don't gotta care
Mkay
We ain't going broke bro
Mmmmmm
Fair
We ain't going broke bro really that was not an option
I been counting stocks walking tall I'm barely talking
Stand on biddy with my head down call it subtle stomping
You won't ever see me paint expressions from my losses
Hunnid Fifty spent on ammo we just hit the range
Lotta money spent on words ain't gotta lot to say
In the corner of the party I was looking strange
She an animal after dark and that bitch showed her fangs
We can arrange it where your guts gets rearranged
Look at her naked gimmie your trust you ain't a slut today
Look at my bitch we couldn't trade
Bitch
Look at her face, look at her butt, shawty a perfect 10
Come on back baby, need you back like you never left
I'm on track baby, couple racks where I never slept
Cut some slack baby, you got mad that you wasn't kept
Running back baby, on attack I don't need a ref
Momma told me"young man you got tact"
Homie told me"f*ck a bitch then worry bout a rack"
I won't give a dime like none of my cash
Did that shit before because I thought she was a catch
Really tryna get this star bucked that's a triple shot
Said she tryna get her heart touched just like any thot
Think I might just keep it part tucked like a messy top
Smoking zati big cigar butts keep a heavy stock
Lately I been really on whatever like I'm remy ma
Lately we been getting far fetched- ok
Lately we been getting far fetched, like a hunting dog
Damn near got a chastity belt on, I can't f*ck with ya'll
Slurring words I'm on absinthe
(I'm on absinthe)
Said she like a teacher with the way she felt my absence
(Hey)
F*ck yo words I want action
(I want action)
Told her you got problems can't leave past shit in the past tense
(Hey)
Had the worst interactions
I just hit his ex that had caused dissatisfaction
He a 3rd he a fraction
They just send their messages then wait for my reaction
Picking up my weight been gaining traction
Face to face with shade been blowing back with no compassion
Teach a boy how to act
I got it cracking
Maybe I just have a nack for beating the distractions
Look to your left
Make it look right
Car coming
Look at myself
Shooting for heights
I'm star studded
Take a deep breath
You in my sights
Start dumping
Ion do no accord ion share my plug no charge coming
Taiyo Tarantino - Fangs Lyrics
Taiyo Tarantino - Fangs Lyrics
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English
10pm I'm going out
Can you show me where the eaters at?
Her accent like her booty, thick as hell, shawty bring it back
Way more promt to pick a fight just show me where to beat em' at
Still a cross body on my chest, don't wanna reach in that
Verses so damn fire f*ck a round, need my feature back
Link with one of my ex's like an old weave I can't reattach
Remind me of the
Nevermind
We can't speak on that
Her Venmo up on Valentine's, I can't link with that
Huh huh
Flooded wrist I really want gold Cartier
Huh huh
Shawty knew the drill she got up outta' there
Giving a f*ck what's in my cup baby you don't gotta care
Mkay
We ain't going broke bro
Mmmmmm
Fair
We ain't going broke bro really that was not an option
I been counting stocks walking tall I'm barely talking
Stand on biddy with my head down call it subtle stomping
You won't ever see me paint expressions from my losses
Hunnid Fifty spent on ammo we just hit the range
Lotta money spent on words ain't gotta lot to say
In the corner of the party I was looking strange
She an animal after dark and that bitch showed her fangs
We can arrange it where your guts gets rearranged
Look at her naked gimmie your trust you ain't a slut today
Look at my bitch we couldn't trade
Bitch
Look at her face, look at her butt, shawty a perfect 10
Come on back baby, need you back like you never left
I'm on track baby, couple racks where I never slept
Cut some slack baby, you got mad that you wasn't kept
Running back baby, on attack I don't need a ref
Momma told me"young man you got tact"
Homie told me"f*ck a bitch then worry bout a rack"
I won't give a dime like none of my cash
Did that shit before because I thought she was a catch
Really tryna get this star bucked that's a triple shot
Said she tryna get her heart touched just like any thot
Think I might just keep it part tucked like a messy top
Smoking zati big cigar butts keep a heavy stock
Lately I been really on whatever like I'm remy ma
Lately we been getting far fetched- ok
Lately we been getting far fetched, like a hunting dog
Damn near got a chastity belt on, I can't f*ck with ya'll
Slurring words I'm on absinthe
(I'm on absinthe)
Said she like a teacher with the way she felt my absence
(Hey)
F*ck yo words I want action
(I want action)
Told her you got problems can't leave past shit in the past tense
(Hey)
Had the worst interactions
I just hit his ex that had caused dissatisfaction
He a 3rd he a fraction
They just send their messages then wait for my reaction
Picking up my weight been gaining traction
Face to face with shade been blowing back with no compassion
Teach a boy how to act
I got it cracking
Maybe I just have a nack for beating the distractions
Look to your left
Make it look right
Car coming
Look at myself
Shooting for heights
I'm star studded
Take a deep breath
You in my sights
Start dumping
Ion do no accord ion share my plug no charge coming
Can you show me where the eaters at?
Her accent like her booty, thick as hell, shawty bring it back
Way more promt to pick a fight just show me where to beat em' at
Still a cross body on my chest, don't wanna reach in that
Verses so damn fire f*ck a round, need my feature back
Link with one of my ex's like an old weave I can't reattach
Remind me of the
Nevermind
We can't speak on that
Her Venmo up on Valentine's, I can't link with that
Huh huh
Flooded wrist I really want gold Cartier
Huh huh
Shawty knew the drill she got up outta' there
Giving a f*ck what's in my cup baby you don't gotta care
Mkay
We ain't going broke bro
Mmmmmm
Fair
We ain't going broke bro really that was not an option
I been counting stocks walking tall I'm barely talking
Stand on biddy with my head down call it subtle stomping
You won't ever see me paint expressions from my losses
Hunnid Fifty spent on ammo we just hit the range
Lotta money spent on words ain't gotta lot to say
In the corner of the party I was looking strange
She an animal after dark and that bitch showed her fangs
We can arrange it where your guts gets rearranged
Look at her naked gimmie your trust you ain't a slut today
Look at my bitch we couldn't trade
Bitch
Look at her face, look at her butt, shawty a perfect 10
Come on back baby, need you back like you never left
I'm on track baby, couple racks where I never slept
Cut some slack baby, you got mad that you wasn't kept
Running back baby, on attack I don't need a ref
Momma told me"young man you got tact"
Homie told me"f*ck a bitch then worry bout a rack"
I won't give a dime like none of my cash
Did that shit before because I thought she was a catch
Really tryna get this star bucked that's a triple shot
Said she tryna get her heart touched just like any thot
Think I might just keep it part tucked like a messy top
Smoking zati big cigar butts keep a heavy stock
Lately I been really on whatever like I'm remy ma
Lately we been getting far fetched- ok
Lately we been getting far fetched, like a hunting dog
Damn near got a chastity belt on, I can't f*ck with ya'll
Slurring words I'm on absinthe
(I'm on absinthe)
Said she like a teacher with the way she felt my absence
(Hey)
F*ck yo words I want action
(I want action)
Told her you got problems can't leave past shit in the past tense
(Hey)
Had the worst interactions
I just hit his ex that had caused dissatisfaction
He a 3rd he a fraction
They just send their messages then wait for my reaction
Picking up my weight been gaining traction
Face to face with shade been blowing back with no compassion
Teach a boy how to act
I got it cracking
Maybe I just have a nack for beating the distractions
Look to your left
Make it look right
Car coming
Look at myself
Shooting for heights
I'm star studded
Take a deep breath
You in my sights
Start dumping
Ion do no accord ion share my plug no charge coming
Writer: Jacob Crawford
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid