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Danny Towers - Tuck Your Chain Lyrics



Danny Towers - Tuck Your Chain Lyrics
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[ Featuring Money Man ]

(Zaytoven) yeah
Jewelry Gang in this motherf*cker
I got my nigga Danny in this bitch with me

New McLaren, 'nother Ashton Martin, damn, I can't decide
Only problem that I got is what car I'm gon' drive
Tryna rob big Money, nigga must wanna die
Nigga stupid, how the f*ck you re'ing up without your fye?
In the field in Humboldt, trappin' with them cutthroats
When we push up with them chopsticks, all you see is gun smoke
Told my bitch, 'To gone and leave, you'll never find another me'
After I finish makin' this song, I'm finna go and sell some P's
Told my partnas 'No mistakes you make one you'll get penalized'
Took the plug off 'cause when he served me, he ain't look me in the eyes
I'm a street-smart nigga, I ain't read no books
I ain't simpin', I can't buy a 304 a pocketbook
Purple Cybertruck, it look just like a bale of the candy
Come and get a blick and clock, nigga, welcome to the family

In a 911 coupe, I'm ridin' through them backstreets
With my chico, we was serving Mary Kate and Ashley
He told me how to whip it, now we livin' lavishly
I put my elbow in that bowl 'til that bitch get ashy
Got hit with a bad batch, lil' bro, we ain't servin' that
Could still be in the trap, but I got rich off murder rap
From my denim went Satoshi, I know you ain't heard of that
My own dawg got me blitzed, I can't believe I served a rat
I can't believe I served a snake, I'm doin' a hundred on 408
I love the love, I love the hate, long as it don't take none off my plate
You woke up thinkin' 'bout some ass, I woke up thinkin' 'bout some pape
I fell in love with trappin', bubba I always knew I'd make it shake
Trap spot like a drive-through, nigga, come and slide through
Try and run off with them bands, I'ma come and find you
If you wasn't talkin' 'bout no work, we would've never lined you
Like, what the f*ck is you gon' do if them crackers get behind you?
We make niggas tuck they jewelry, take that moissanite night shit back
We ain't finna rob you pussy nigga, sit down and relax
Yo, sit down and be cool, we can't be stressin' 'bout no nat
My lil' bro bustin' off an M, he got a monkey on his back
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English

(Zaytoven) yeah
Jewelry Gang in this motherf*cker
I got my nigga Danny in this bitch with me

New McLaren, 'nother Ashton Martin, damn, I can't decide
Only problem that I got is what car I'm gon' drive
Tryna rob big Money, nigga must wanna die
Nigga stupid, how the f*ck you re'ing up without your fye?
In the field in Humboldt, trappin' with them cutthroats
When we push up with them chopsticks, all you see is gun smoke
Told my bitch, 'To gone and leave, you'll never find another me'
After I finish makin' this song, I'm finna go and sell some P's
Told my partnas 'No mistakes you make one you'll get penalized'
Took the plug off 'cause when he served me, he ain't look me in the eyes
I'm a street-smart nigga, I ain't read no books
I ain't simpin', I can't buy a 304 a pocketbook
Purple Cybertruck, it look just like a bale of the candy
Come and get a blick and clock, nigga, welcome to the family

In a 911 coupe, I'm ridin' through them backstreets
With my chico, we was serving Mary Kate and Ashley
He told me how to whip it, now we livin' lavishly
I put my elbow in that bowl 'til that bitch get ashy
Got hit with a bad batch, lil' bro, we ain't servin' that
Could still be in the trap, but I got rich off murder rap
From my denim went Satoshi, I know you ain't heard of that
My own dawg got me blitzed, I can't believe I served a rat
I can't believe I served a snake, I'm doin' a hundred on 408
I love the love, I love the hate, long as it don't take none off my plate
You woke up thinkin' 'bout some ass, I woke up thinkin' 'bout some pape
I fell in love with trappin', bubba I always knew I'd make it shake
Trap spot like a drive-through, nigga, come and slide through
Try and run off with them bands, I'ma come and find you
If you wasn't talkin' 'bout no work, we would've never lined you
Like, what the f*ck is you gon' do if them crackers get behind you?
We make niggas tuck they jewelry, take that moissanite night shit back
We ain't finna rob you pussy nigga, sit down and relax
Yo, sit down and be cool, we can't be stressin' 'bout no nat
My lil' bro bustin' off an M, he got a monkey on his back
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Writer: Tysen Jay Bolding, Mario Danielle Torres
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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Performed By: Danny Towers
Featuring: Money Man
Language: English
Length: 2:08
Written by: Tysen Jay Bolding, Mario Danielle Torres

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