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TIFFANY letra


I got a story to tell, man, I got a story to tell
Got a story to tell, I got a story to tell

On this night, Chris met Tiffany
Tiffany was at the club wearing Tiffany
In the middle of the club, they played Central Cee
And that's how they met, I guess it's meant to be
Tiff came to the table, asked for a drink
Chris was like: You a baddie, shit, what's good with me?
They went shot after shot as he lit the tree
Drinkin' like they ain't tryna have memory
When Future came on, she like: This my song
Poppin' ass, Chris like: I gotta get her home
Cardi B came on, she started showin' thong
Like: Ayy, with her tongue out, she in that mode
Chris in that zone, he was tryna roll
Drunk off the liq', he was tryna score
His homies wasn't ready, though
His homie met a bitch with ass that wiggle like jelly, though
So they stayed, more liquor got chased
Drunk and high, they was in a daze
Chris like: Whatever Tiff want, okay
Tiff thinkin' like: I found my bae
And this chick that Chris knew walked up
Tiff knew her too, but Tiff tried to hide her face
She lookin' at Chris, like: Don't do it
Tiff lookin' at the bitch kinda sideways
As shit gettin' weird, shit gettin' weird
Chris see, but he drunk, his vision barely clear
Tiff like: Let's go, let's get out of here
Chris drunk, if he drive, he probably hit a deer

Fuck you, bitch
Nah, bitch, fuck you
Nah, bitch, fuck you, bitch, jealous-ass bitch (both you bitches, back the fuck up)
Fuck you, you ho bitch (nah, both you bitches trippin', back the fuck– back the fuck up)
You, fuck you, you jealous fuckin' bitch

All the commotion made him sober up
They told him his hoes was fightin' in the club
Chris like: Nigga, fight for what?
That wasn't my ho, we ain't never fucked
His homie like: I don't know, this shit a dub
But the bitch was for sure tryna tell you somethin'
Huh, nigga, tell me what?
Shit, I don't know, Naw, nigga, tell me what?
Then Chris like: Fuck that, we gone
Where Tiffany? Tell her ass come on, come on
We got a long drive home
So they walked to the car with her ass, Tiff alone
But in the car, they ain't even speak
Soon as Tiffany got in, she fell asleep
Chris drivin', laid back in his seat
Thinkin' how he finna beat them cheeks
Thinkin' she ain't know she met a freak
Finna give this girl all technique
Then he pulled up to his street
Woke Tiffany up like: We
Made it to the crib, girl, this where I live, girl
It's a given and, um, I'm here to give, girl
Yeah, give you somethin' in your ribs, girl
'Cause I been waiting all night for this, girl
Come a lil closer, gimme kiss, girl
Damn, you look good bitin' on your lips, girl
Super thick, put his hands on her hips like
Do you know how to drive stick, girl?
Kissin' and touchin', kissin' and touchin'
3 in the morning, so, um, Chris was rushin'
Chris pulled his pants down, she was blushin'
She was rubbin' on his woody
He like: Is it creamy? Is it pudding?
Off with her clothes, he was pullin'
She like: Wait, I got somethin' to tell you
What? I'm a trans woman
What?
I'm a trans woman

You motherfuck– bring your– bitch, where the fuck you goin'?
Bring your motherfuckin' ass here right now, bitch, you said you's a motherfuckin' what?

No, please, please, please, I'm, ah, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm sorry
Fuck your sorry, you disrespectful motherfucker, you disrespectful motherfucker
No, I'm sorry, I swear, I should've told you
I should've told you, please don't hurt me
Please don't hurt me, please
Bitch, you had your motherfuckin' time, bitch
You had your fuckin' time, bitch

I got voices in my head tellin' me to leave him dead
Opps talkin' 'bout they got money on his head
Fuck that, I'm tryna walk down my mans tonight, tonight
Click, clack, baow, might pull me a trigger
Just like that, bah, murder me a nigga
223 shells makin' holes bigger tonight, tonight

See, you done fucked up and crossed the line
You done fucked up and you ain't got no more time
You done fucked up, yeah, you and your lies
See, you thirty-five and finna meet this. 45
Hey, the Jesus in me is sayin' take it slow
But the demon in me is sayin' take your soul
Tonight, I think the Jesus in me is gone
So the demon in me is finna take control
I'm in a pickup truck with the shovel in the back flat
Twenty-one shells plus, bust, nigga, blackjack
You did wrong and still alive, I'm finna get at that
If the cops pull me over, they gon' catch me in the act
Grippin' on this Glock while I'm sweatin' in my palms
Gettin' closer to my soon-to-be victim in his car
Pressin' on the gas as I sight just for some songs

I got voices in my head tellin' me to leave him dead
Opps talkin' 'bout they got money on his head
Fuck that, I'm tryna walk down my mans tonight, tonight
Click, clack, baow, might pull me a trigger
Just like that, bah, murder me a nigga
223 shells makin' holes bigger tonight, tonight

As he drug his ass from up under the car
Fucked up his jaw, teeth missing and all
Fucker, aw, fuck you pleadin', fuck me seein' Allah
Fuck me bein' the reason you'll be eatin' out a straw
I'm tryna be the reason you ain't breathin' at all
Yeah, I gotta be the reason you ain't breathin' at all
All I'm seein' in my head is you leadin' me on
And for that, you finna be dead right here on this farm
Master manipulator, actin' like a ho
You should've let me know, the disrespect is bold
You really let me– I was takin' off my clothes
I cannot live with this shit, you gotta go
Then he grabbed the Glock four-fifth
Put in the clip, cocked it, heard it click
Point it to her face, then everything switched
He like: Man, I can't do this to a bitch
What would you do if you was Chris?

I got voices in my head tellin' me to leave him dead
Opps talkin' 'bout they got money on his head
Fuck that, I'm tryna walk down my mans tonight, tonight
Click, clack, baow, might pull me a trigger
Just like that, bah, murder me a nigga
223 shells makin' holes bigger tonight, tonight

He like: Bitch, I should kill you
Man, bitch, man, man, bitch, I don't even know who the real you
That's why I'm finna drill you, heart full of hate
Anything you wanna say before I let this Glock spray?
They said: See, this the reason I ain't say shit
I'm scared of the violence, I don't know how you was gon' take it
I know it ain't an excuse, I know it ain't gon' change shit
This situation the strangest, but let me explain it
I struggle with identity and fear bein' judged
The truth never set you free, I knew in the end, it's some blood
My jaw fucked up and you got me layin' in this mud
I'm they, I'm them, not a girl, not a stud
I just wanna be loved, you pointin' your gun got me nervous
Selfish of me, I knew I was self-serving
But let me go, I believe in God, I'm worth it
Please don't do it, I'm not perfect

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