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My Team Go Lyrics


Vado My Team Go


My team go, my team go,
We the hottest in the town, let your team know
You don’t wanna f..ck around when them things blow
We ain’t gotta break em down we let the things go.

I had a few celebs for a cine man
Was out the Memphis with the map when I’ve seen the mill
Wasn’t eating off the rat I ain’t seen the mill
I knew my cars off the back, I ain’t need the deal.
Keep it still on the lab see slab nigga
No need for us to dab more than once nigga
I’m in the club, I play the back I don’t front nigga
Keep you to the other side like a punk nigga
They told me a little but learned plenty
The way I rap it’s clear that bottom first pennies
Shirt slimmy the Louie Vuitton worth many
I’ll picture perfect Mister perfect Kirk Henny
Wasn’t working now will work it, serve many
Open the work in, and cut the burn the murb any
... the role and don’t role
Just made a hundred kay on the road, no show.

Hook:
My team go, my team go,
We the hottest in the town, let your team know
You don’t wanna f..ck around when them things blow
We ain’t gotta break em down we let the things go.
My team go, my team go,
Six series till they find me in that beam low
Chicks lead me winnin like they’ve never seen dough
Risk clearly let it, we’re making the clean show.

Who don’t floss, you blow gloss,
On the sleeve of the two piece of the Hugo Boss,
Jumping the 9.11 call the new...
Before you can ask a question get us to dope cars stupid,
Just left us a car, riding through Campton... Kendrick Lamar,
My main can senses the mar, I’m doped up nigga I’m... let me hear just guitar
I’m messed up you a safe flat,
Red bean on em when we play tag
I hate it when the palm nigga say swag
I’m stucked on em every day that’s why he stay mad
Versace swag sack had Medusa head,
Medusa head I lay em all is what my shooter said
Nothing fake about me that’s why my own jewel that
Even though we talk about me shit I’m used to head

[Hook:]

You hate that chopper wale,
Is off a lock you jail it on the block hot as hell,
Front pan I’m eyer man when the glock is hell,
A lot of rush to sell, black pocket, pocket skale
And my clue jades but I ain’t do rock the bells
I’m with the bricks squal like that click... yeah
The soldier know if you don’t like that sower smell
I burn my building down sayin wait the tower’s fell.

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