DDG - Tight End (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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DDG - Tight End (en) Lyrics
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I like to be with women, I
don't fuck with niggas
If you not my homie, I don't speak
or say wassup to niggas
I don't do the back and forth,
I'm just gon' slump the nigga
I can really flex a million cash,
I'm just a humble nigga
Remember he was turnt, now
you don't see him now
These niggas disappeared, they must be
playin' hide or seek or somethin'
Anyways, I'm still trending
every week or somethin'
They thought that I was done but I ain't
even reach my peak or nothin'
Still movin' 'round the city like
a YN, I like that lil' fine shit
that you posted, let me buy in
Take her shoppin' all the stores around
this high-end, she love when I land
back in Michigan, no tight end
Buyin' flights across the state,
I got her landin' late
I'm workin' hard as shit, now shorty
pissed 'cause I done missed a date
Mother Nature hatin' on me,
I just get the base
I buzz her at the gate, she haven't
ate, you know that neck was great
You know that neck was good,
she gon' fuck me then get
up and go and pack a wood
She ask me for one more round,
but I don't think I could
I don't know how niggas livin'
but I'm livin' good
Yeah, bitch I'm livin' great
Got a check for one-point-three,
it was December eighth
You will fake it 'til you make
it, all yo' jewelry fake
Broke, but yo' bitch bad, I bet she
betray, I can make her cheat
I buy shit, don't take it back,
so I don't get receipts
I'm a chef to all my niggas,
I make sure they eat
I can't flirt inside the club,
they keep recordin' me
She wanna link me 25/8, she
don't get bored of me
Got too much motion in this bitch, I
brought the culture in this bitch
I got my toaster in the whip,
I got that blower on my hip
No GA, I do VIP, I pay
four K for me to sit
You droppin' nonsense, I'm tryna
tell you, "That ain't it"
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