Tae Retro, Your Stepdad, cosznmo - MILES lyrics
[Tae Retro, Your Stepdad, cosznmo - MILES lyrics]
Ayy yuki Productions
Burp Ayy, shit
Hey, Olly, ah, come on in here, dude
Yeah, ha, yeah yeah, ayy
Top so fire, head a sauna
I like to lie, I'm ahead of your honor
'Member the days, I begged for dollars
Now I got the bread
Like planning for daughters
Really, I'm not prepared for my callin'
Bitch got miles, she barely stalling
Bitch got miles, she barely stalling
(Whistle)
Bitch got miles, she barely stalling
(Whistle)
Let's play a game, I'm tryna install it
Eat my shit like a Whatchamacallit
We got finesse, m
We got finesse, nobody could taught it
TikTok banned me 'cause I said (Uh)
We gotta go, she touched my wallet
Shorty had me at the lavender polish
(Whistle)
I like 'em old but I'm averaging college
Damn, damn, damn, damn
(Uh) I'm way ahead of the
Game, these niggas know better
Critique my intelligence
When I'm in the zone, I stay locked in
Outside opinions irrelevant
He thinking he Tae, he out of his mind
We knowing he needing development
We a big three like the '08 Celtics
We direct dissing, I know that he felt it
A three level scorer
They thinking I'm selfish
They calling me king like
That one nigga Elvis i hit from the back
She want double the helping
The game on lock like it's in a full Nelson
And I'm making hit's like John Elton
He not solid, he been telling
I'm watching my back, because
These niggas grimy
They don't even need no reason
And I know life ain't what it seems
So I'm tryna find the meaning
She think she the one
I died of laughter because
She clearly dreaming
My name Tae and I'm signing off
I had to snap 'fore leaving (Uh yeah)
Ok tweet
(Uh) , I make him fly like a tweet (Uh)
Coz only come in discrete
She from Miami, you know that she heat
Two twin thots, Zack and Cody, they sweet
And I get to that bag, I'm not talking elite
No control on this Glock
Had to alt and delete
Yeah, I keep a pistol, no Pete
Yeah, get a head count like a
(Uh, damn, hold on, yeah, uh)
Can't even finish my sentence
Need a headcount 'cause the
Glock took attendance
Opposites, leave with a Glock if you mention
(yeah, uh) told her, "Don't add me"
I keep a laser, you never gon' tag me
Remember them hoes said
"You never gon' bag me"
Put the cream on her face
Like I'm curing her acne
(yeah, nigga, ha, fuck, shit)
Three headed fuckin' goat, nigga
Burp Ayy, shit
Hey, Olly, ah, come on in here, dude
Yeah, ha, yeah yeah, ayy
Top so fire, head a sauna
I like to lie, I'm ahead of your honor
'Member the days, I begged for dollars
Now I got the bread
Like planning for daughters
Really, I'm not prepared for my callin'
Bitch got miles, she barely stalling
Bitch got miles, she barely stalling
(Whistle)
Bitch got miles, she barely stalling
(Whistle)
Let's play a game, I'm tryna install it
Eat my shit like a Whatchamacallit
We got finesse, m
We got finesse, nobody could taught it
TikTok banned me 'cause I said (Uh)
We gotta go, she touched my wallet
Shorty had me at the lavender polish
(Whistle)
I like 'em old but I'm averaging college
Damn, damn, damn, damn
(Uh) I'm way ahead of the
Game, these niggas know better
Critique my intelligence
When I'm in the zone, I stay locked in
Outside opinions irrelevant
He thinking he Tae, he out of his mind
We knowing he needing development
We a big three like the '08 Celtics
We direct dissing, I know that he felt it
A three level scorer
They thinking I'm selfish
They calling me king like
That one nigga Elvis i hit from the back
She want double the helping
The game on lock like it's in a full Nelson
And I'm making hit's like John Elton
He not solid, he been telling
I'm watching my back, because
These niggas grimy
They don't even need no reason
And I know life ain't what it seems
So I'm tryna find the meaning
She think she the one
I died of laughter because
She clearly dreaming
My name Tae and I'm signing off
I had to snap 'fore leaving (Uh yeah)
Ok tweet
(Uh) , I make him fly like a tweet (Uh)
Coz only come in discrete
She from Miami, you know that she heat
Two twin thots, Zack and Cody, they sweet
And I get to that bag, I'm not talking elite
No control on this Glock
Had to alt and delete
Yeah, I keep a pistol, no Pete
Yeah, get a head count like a
(Uh, damn, hold on, yeah, uh)
Can't even finish my sentence
Need a headcount 'cause the
Glock took attendance
Opposites, leave with a Glock if you mention
(yeah, uh) told her, "Don't add me"
I keep a laser, you never gon' tag me
Remember them hoes said
"You never gon' bag me"
Put the cream on her face
Like I'm curing her acne
(yeah, nigga, ha, fuck, shit)
Three headed fuckin' goat, nigga