Letra de Tamara

Put your hands up for Tia
Put your hands up for Tia
(RX3)

(Verse 1)

Took the number never called
Damsel with the female hands up
These Niggas shoot
And y'all I never fall
But stressing trying
To get my bands
And I lose it buying at the mall
Lying to all of these broads
Unless you ever stop playing us
I would demand that you reap arms
Away from daddy if you do dog
Then we kill you if we see cause
While you Niggas was stuck
Steady straight doing the Dirty on
That faggot shit we drop bombs
You hate cause but we knew who it was
On that fake shit & We the law
For sakes shit with the boss while
Y'all was trying to shoot down the stars
We told you to reach for em & we would lose
Budget when it was all money in the jar
We teach shawty if she knew better
She would probably get on her job
And I ain't never had a bae
So I sip so slow til the belly ache
Hitting that go til the Bali dank
& hit em so cold til we doubt he think
& if y'all rose we'd be out & wait
Sticking to the code if the loud be stink
Pray for our souls if for now we ain't
Thinking bout yours then we on the plank
Tryna get known like Mowry T
Thinking out loud when the track be laid
Even our emotion we can't relate
I'm smoking on lotus my flower ain't
No Reggie nigga
Intellectual I took em out respect em
I couldn't even think about where we'd
Put em when we dead em
Left alone the Knicks
Like the nigga Raymond Felton
I'm the point guard nigga
This is not y'all territory why y'all
Talking like this y'all yard
Knowing we would outlast
Living in the mud tho
Thinking out the box tho
Now we in the box doe
Doors close he'll never get rose from it

(Outro
& I tell em what theme
What they want to hear
They just love to see me shine
Like my woman named Maria
I can't not believe she mine
Me amor and she do swear
That good things on and could be