Twanlite - Tango Street

NewsBreak on the clown,who did it for the clout
You bet on Me,please don't bet the whole house
Have a yard sale,ya wife cheating on you mr.rodell
The deep blue neighbor wit a head like a shark spear
Ya heart back peddle cause you fought fear
Took a shot of brown,now you thinking of that shit to wear
Is she real,cause I don't think the bitch here
Couldn't pay 60 for a nigga n a mycareer
Chap stick,you look fresh out the crackspot
Now n Days you hear about the thots using crackpots
On to ya,playing broke at the smoke game
Turnt in da club,move away,I saw your cocaine
Number 87,but you went pass the propane
A living human torch,got burnt in his own flame
We did the bar talk n we made cheers
Toast off the coast,it's off the coast
I barely speak like I can't say a sound
When your body start shakin n moving all around
On this tango street,when we both stare n turn,is it all on me
Why they being all nosey,gotta keep it discreet
I could tell my real ones,they all fucking with me
Fantasy,true love,it's da way that she cream
Imma go get the bread but it don't rule me
It's the way we repeating
We both lived a past Wea the others mistreating
You got your own path but the route misleading
Yo love life controlled by zodiac,card readings
Light the leaf,take 2 puffs,then pass to me
A bitch nigga called yo bluff,you ain't passing me
In my corner by the way of a 3 count
Karate chop,my way through the slump of another drought
Key the in n outs,gossip for the word of mouf
Nasty,Nut stains on the Easter blouse
She do her screams like I like my weed,real loud
Seeds burning out,2 shots like committing fouls
You want me back,well ha ha,it's a cold winter
This glow up is personal,fuck the goldiggers
Told me not to throw stones at a broken home
But at the end,think we knew about the all along
I barely speak like I can't say a sound
When your body start shakin n moving all around
On this tango street,when we both stare n turn,is it all on me
Why they being all nosey,gotta keep it discreet
I could tell my real ones,they all fucking with me
Fantasy,true love,it's da way that she cream
Imma go get the bread but it don't rule me
I barely speak like I can't say a sound
When your body start shakin n moving all around
On this tango street,when we both stare n turn,is it all on me
Why they being all nosey,gotta keep it discreet
I could tell my real ones,they all fucking with me
Fantasy,true love,it's da way that she cream
Imma go get the bread but it don't rule me

Written by:
Antione Painter

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