Letra Tan Bigbabygucci

Tan

Yeah
No cellphone, no nothin' in the booth
No pen, no paper, no nothin'
Just vibes
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

And it was your love, babe (Your love)
Bet she remember when I blow her back (Blow her back)
Be on my shoulders, tryna show her face (Show her face)
She wanna talk, you can come backstage (Okay)
She want time, yeah (Time, yeah)
This ain't Valentines, can't be mine, yeah (Be min?, yeah)
That ho ain't a dollar, then I'm blind, yeah (You ain't min?, yeah)
And I'm grippin' grain, whippin' pine (Pine, yeah)

My mind got too many hoes
I can't think no more
Make a move and think twice over (Over)
Where to go when I need closure (Closure)
Been a busy week (Busy week)
You ain't who your boyfriend pretend to be (Pretend to be)
First class, my flight with my enemies (My first class)
Told her she my wife, girl, you kiddin' me? (You can't see)
Been fuckin', you ain't been a friend to me (Ching, ching)
Like my girls with curves like the letter C
I was lookin' at the ocean out in Catalina
And that pussy doin' spells like her name Sabrina
I was servin' bowls (Servin' bowls)
I treat her like my servant, I just fuck her slow (I fuck her slow)
Just like a fly up on that wall, yeah, I seen it all (Seen it all)
You ain't never ball if you ain't took a loss (You never balled)
And I'm only on that boss shit (That boss shit)
Eight-five, Wagyu, cost a house, bitch (Cost a house, bitch)
Girl, ain't nothin' bad 'bout GUCCI, come at your mouth, bitch (Come)
'Cause I have twenty-five shooters surround your house quick (Shh)

And it was your love, babe (Your love)
Bet she remember when I blow her back (Blow her back)
Be on my shoulders, tryna show her face (Show her face)
She wanna talk, you can come backstage (You can come backstage)
She want time, yeah (Time, yeah)
This ain't Valentines, can't be mine, yeah (Be mine, yeah)
That ho ain't a dollar, then I'm blind, yeah (You ain't mine, yeah)
And I'm grippin' grain, whippin' pine (Pine, yeah)