Teddy Blow - 12 lyrics

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Teddy Blow - 12 lyrics

[Intro] Eyy, Relax Rekords man We out here Teddy Blow, Kenny Turnup I don't really... I don't know I ain't really got sh** to say to these n***as you feel me Gang [Hook] I'm all bout my cheese I can tell you a rat He mail it, I flip it, I mail him some back My dog in the cell went to jail for the gat I feel like Tom Brady, cause twelve on my back [Verse 1: Kenny Turnup] And I'm back in the building, I still got a pack on me Still got them racks on me, still got a strap on me Damn it the Ops them be after me The cops be hara**ing me running the city I'm feeling like Diddy & Biggy & Jah Rule & 50 A model be with me, you get it I got it We good and I'm getting my n***as up out of the hood damn Tell the truth you know I'm better then you and your crew And I move like a veteran do What you do and get pop like Excedrin there is no settlement I woke this morning to your girl and OJ She talking bout foreplay ,I'm counting my cold play You don't think we brazy girl act like you know J She Spanish like Jose Canseco I'm counting my paper like legos I just took a flight to Jamaica me and my Grandma was looking at rainbows oh lord she a angel I really ain't worried about nothing n***a I ain't worried bout nothing Pops hit my phone and said "Damn that boy J really out here stunting" Me and Teddy got [?] on lock, prolly somewhere chilling on a yacht Buck got * Beep* in the sock, feeling like the old one rock Feeling like Hov in this.. And I'm feeling like I'm feeling like n***as won't get it till they make me have to do it, please don't make me prove it (x2) [Hook] I'm all bout my cheese I can tell you a rat (I can tell you a rat) He mail it, I flip it, I mail it right back (I mail it right back) My dog in the cell went to jail for the gat (went to jail for the gat) I feel like Tom Brady, cause twelve on my back (Twelve on my back) [Bridge] I'm all bout my cheese I can tell you a rat $tash hit my jack said he just got a pack So he mail it, I flip it, I mail it right back (I mail it right back) My dog in the cell went to jail for the gat Relax or get murked, Lauderdale on the map And I feel like Tom Brady, cause twelve on my back (twelve on my back) [Verse 2: Teddy Blow] Teddy, teddy blow blow Laughing at you p**y n***as Kenny Turnup on these n***as I can tell you rat, cause you snitching for cheese Put four on your head, pull off in the vert Then I'm sipping on lean Your b**h on my dick But if that p**y loose then I pa** to the team If she don't get money [?], whats the use of that b**h on the scene [?] that just taught me to pause and just think Cause I done seen [?] n***as, real n***as turn [?] And I done seen black on black crimes I'm asking moms what should I think I still grab the Glock and the work and put it to work on a [?] I still got them pills on me, I still got the racks on me My cousin [?], the devil is after me Your b**h coming after me, my diamonds are blasphemy [?] Why the f** did they [?] I must be a [?] [?] Like n***a don't try me, I'm praying to God please Like someone come sign me, before I catch a murder case Before they come sign me, like n***a don't try me I pray they don't do me like [?] For k**ing these n***as without pen and pad, cause I know that it works I know you a f** n***a I know why you snitching, he hang with some b**h n***as I know I won't kick with ya, your b**h wanna flick with us She probably get dick from us, she probably buy kush from us My dick is a Kush to her, she probably get hooked to us She probably buy kush from us, my dick is a Kush to her Relax get it hooked to us [Hook] I'm all bout my cheese I can tell you a rat (I can tell you a rat) He mail it, I flip it, I mail it right back (I mail it right back) My dog in the cell went to jail for the gat (went to jail for the gat) I feel like Tom Brady, cause twelve on my back (Twelve on my back) I'm all bout my cheese I can tell you a rat Stash hit my jack said he just got a pack So he mail it, I flip it, I mail it right back (I mail it right back) My dog in the cell went to jail for the gat Relax or get murked, Lauderdale on the map And I feel like Tom Brady, cause twelve on my back (twelve on my back)