Make a Way - Tafia

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Yeah, Tafia, Street Fanci, Part 2, you know what I’m saying

Ayy

Ayy, let go

Take your bitch, get to smackin'

She want some dick, she want some action

She want a boss, she want a captain

You was just floss, you was just cappin', ayy

I really come from that shit that you niggas rap about, yeah yeah

Trapping out a foreign, shit stank, gotta air it out, hold up, hold up

Fuck nigga, what you talkin' 'bout, boy you know I don’t play, hold up, hold up

Disrespectin' get you hemmed up and get shot in the face, hold up, hold up

V12 get to poppin' somethin' like I threw a grenade, hold up, hold up

When a bunch of groupie niggas get together it’s a pussy parade, hold up,

hold up

Same old shit 'round the way

Nigga go hard, nigga get paid

And the Goyard, Gucci my face

Nigga been raw, sushi my plate, ayy

They don’t even know how I get it, ayy

They don’t even know how I spend it

Pussy ass nigga seen me get a little money

Now you wanna get close, wanna get friendly, ayy

I was in that V8 charging, hemi

Stash right there with a semi, ayy

I was on the grind for a minute

Whole pound bust down, you can hit me

Groom loud for a while when I’m finished

Been down on it while you was gettin' it, ayy

I ain’t never trip, took a trip to the plug

Now the young nigga got the city litty, ayy

I don’t need shit from you

Bossed up, I’m a Don, no Q

Red beam 'cause I’m counting all blues

Guillotine, I’ma start with your roof

I stay to myself like I’m new, huh

Ain’t really much I won’t do, huh

You wanna come try it, I never be biased

You doubting then you get it too, hold on, hold on

Mask on, mask off

It don’t matter 'cause these niggas mad soft

Tomato bottle, mad sauce

Got 'em mad, now they throwin' bath salts

Flyest nigga ever, born with no propellers

Just some Margielas and cheddar, got 'em with the extras

Tell him it’s whatever, thirty shots or better

Chopper go blocka, knock your whole head off, it’s my pleasure

I do not play with nobody, who realer than me?

nobody

Keith Sweat on the body, but then I forgot she a thotty

Water drippin' like a faucet, goin' hard not an option

Remember I was broke as a fuck

I done came up, now they want to fuck

Tight your frame up, them drillers with us

Bring my name up, I hit you with slugs

Hold the lanes up, them foreigns with us

Can you blame us?

we came up from nothin', yeah

I like to see all my niggas eat, flippin' chickens like rotisserie

Bustin' pounds like I’m straight away, I need four out the gate, woo

Went from a half to a plate, never got fronted, I paid

I was just plottin' on plays

Niggas was hatin' to hate, I was unfoldin' them K’s

Akin' five racks in a day, makin' a stack every day

Everyone makin' a way

Jamie gon' make him a way, Teefair gon' make him a way, yeah yeah

Steezy gon' make him a way, Randy gon' make him a way, hold on, hold on

Bambino gon' make him a way, D-Lo gon' make him a way, hold on, hold on

New York gon' make him a way, run it up like it’s a race, I put them crackers

on chase

I ain’t goin' back behind them gates

Welcome home Meek and Gates

Mask on, mask off

It don’t matter 'cause these niggas mad soft

Tomato bottle, mad sauce

Got 'em mad, now they throwin' bath salts