Introducing Tarek Luss song by TNL from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Introducing Tarek Luss Meaning
| [[Intro: Tarek] Yeah! TNL We own the night Let’s go! [Verse 1: Tarek] When God is for you, who can be against you? (Nobody) I overcame the odds n did it in a pinch too I’m nice with my fists, quick to split ya lip fool Ask about T, I always been official Seen a lot of fouls, nobody blew a whistle A bitch’ll set you up with the lips she used to kiss you It’s a cold world, nobody gives a shit dude Tighten up your lip, n get to work you bitch you Nobody likes a loser, they only roll with winners That’s why I got you all on my list for dinner Walk with God but still I am a sinner I’ve done everything in life but be a quitter Ya girl sees me n reaches for my zipper Show no emotion, I won’t even kiss her Dealt with fakе friends, fake hoes n somе snitches May they all rest in piss face down in ditches No longer have doubters, when all they do is witness TNL the GOAT’s all you others is pigeons Take you back to ‘06 if you want the business? We ain’t takin no shit, don’t you dare forget this Lord have mercy please show me your forgiveness , [Verse 2: Luss] Yo I been waiting for this green like I’m stuck at a red light And I can see the cop cars flashing their headlights Pain in my head like I was struck with a lead pipe Still hyped to eat you rappers y’all pussy need wet wipes I rolled with the killers and dealers a bunch of cutthroats Rappers gettin dapped for their likes, a couple uploads I demand my respect and I mean it, the fuckin upmost Battle Creek wit me whole city all the way up Post Suds toast, champagne hangovers from the mud Joe Luck low, to headlining shows, life’s lookin up yo Dutch rolled, big as a bus, fuckin it up bro Blunt smoke, up in the club, wavy as tug boats Rap guys! Good with the Lord, rappers get baptized Capsized, slapped for the cap, blind as a bat flies Trap ties minus the rats, pimps, and crack pipes Back, fly! Never go back! Forever that guy It’s TNL bitch & ima ride til the death of me No one do it better, flow, spit it so exceptionally Double nines, lefty, like Gretzky in the flesh and please Remember me like memories then squeeze and bleed respectfully Belly vibes! Murder homicide and you can smell the high Selfless type, ride for all my dawgs, even to hell he’ll ride Melt the mic and ring ya fuckin bell now you can tell he hyped God’s son! Forgive me for my sins, let off them shell’s tonight! , [Outro: Luss] Brrrrrrahhhhh! LUSS! WE OWN THE NIGHT! Motha fuckas… WE BACK! Let’s get it! Yeah…] |
