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Wiked – Tommy T Lyrics

Tommy T Lyrics – Wiked

Yo, if you don’t already know this song right here, it’s called Tommy T (Yeah yeah)
The Mandem are here to take over (Ay, big up all the Mandem, innit)
You already know the fucking vibes (Takeover)
Come on man, diyahhhh, you know what I’m sayin’?

Don’t know ‘bout me, I’m Tommy T
Man was lig at the start but back in the ends I’m a real OG
And I was broke for a while, had to sell some fish, I was out at sea
Then I ran into the G’s, now I’m makin’ money moves properly
Yo, don’t know ‘bout me, I’m keepin’ it real (Realest)
Golden Boy in the building educate all of them man on drill
I was on stage and I had that still (Bow!)
My team’s got serious members and if they shoot, they aim to kill (Kill it)
On stage tryna’ cash out deals then the gem man whipped out the mac on spill

And arrive with a ting on my waist, that’s casual (casual)
If two man hop out the bush, one bullet’s gonna make ‘em feel that collateral (Bow!)
In the back of the 125, I’ma jack your creps, I’m a real shoe vandal (Gimme that!)
And if you’re in need of a ride then your broke ass better be calling up Abdul (Don’t be a fool, ride with Abdul)
And if I’m cappin’, this unnatural, they know all that I speak is factual (Facts)
Two 3.5s of the haze, that’s cookie rolled in a zoot, I don’t need no backwoods
Jumped in the whip, slap that in manual (Skrt)
Heat from the jakes, nothing I can’t handle (Yeah)
Let me swing round to the ends where we parked it off and I light man up like a candle

Don’t know ‘bout me, I’m Tommy T (Tommy)
Man was lig at the start but back in the ends I’m a real OG
And I was broke for a while, had to sell some fish, I was out at sea
Then I ran into the G’s, now I’m makin’ money moves properly
Don’t know ‘bout me, I’m keepin’ it real (Yeah)
Golden Boy in the building educate all of them man on drill
I was on stage and I had that still (Bow!)
My team’s got serious members and if they shoot, they aim to kill (Yeah)
On stage tryna’ cash out deals then the gem man whipped out the mac on spill

Woop-woop-woop-woop
What’s that? It’s the charts (Yeah)
If we pull up on you and your friend in the back and the mash make him say “Oh Lord!” (Oh Lord!)
If I slap then stamp out your head, then that’s the conclusion, yours truly
Man wanna shoot out like a western, call my boy Wiked, it’s too unruly
I’ma light a man up like incense
Took a man’s crep ‘cause they were of interest
They talk all day about Creampie but it’s a shame their tunes have been dead (Dead)
And your boy really started out fishin’, now Stanky’s really gone missing
Jakes trying to breach your ammunition
No face, no case, it’s the fucking mission (No face, no case)

Don’t know ‘bout me, I’m Tommy T
Man was lig at the start but back in the ends I’m a real OG (Yeah)
And I was broke for a while, had to sell some fish, I was out at sea
Then I ran into the G’s, now I’m makin’ money moves properly (Fucking hell)
They know ‘bout me, I’m keepin’ it real
Golden Boy in the building educate all of them man on drill
I was on stage and I had that still
My team’s got serious members and if they shoot, they aim to kill
On stage tryna’ cash out deals then the gem man whipped out the mac on spill

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