18YearOldVirgin

[Intro]
Sauron
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Hold on, Tae Retro

[Verse 1]
When it comes to the paper, Tae Retro gets physical
Smooth like Michael, but I'm not a criminal
Link in yo' bio, it sounded so pitiful
Bodied the beat, the condition is critical
Hit in the stu' and you know that I'm ready
She wanna come kick it, but I am not Messi
I don't wanna talk, because you are so petty
You gassing these hoes, even though you smoke reggie
These niggas ain't 'bout it, I doubt that they shootin'
I got all this guap like a nigga been looting
My class is in session, and you are the student
Your verse was so trash, so I had to remove it
Ayy, nigga, come check out my fit
Walk around town, I look like a lick
Niggas be hating, they want me to quit
Your diamonds look fake, stop taking them flicks
I'm up on the news, come catch me at eight
Stay at the crib, IDK to a date
Murdered the beat, done caught me a body
I do it so often, you think its my hobby
Buy her a room, then I smash in the lobby
Asked enough questions, like when you gon' top me?
Lil' Skywalker, I mastered the force
Hop on the beat, now its lit like a torch
You failed your mission, It's time to abort
Talkin' 'bout cars, I got atleast four
How is you balling but ain't cop a session
Hooping on niggas, I could give out lessons
Heard your last track and it wasn't impressive
Drop straight hits, you thinkin' its Tekken
How you be trappin'?, Your curfew eleven
My chopper the choir and retro the reverend

[Interlude]
Retro, Retro, Retro, Retro

[Verse 2]
She poppin' them beans, ain't talkin no senzu
Niggas be biting, ain't giving out menus
Rule of the force, ain't talkin' no Ginyu
Beat her lil' back and then buy her a hairdo
Body a beat and then hit up your moms house
Niggas get mad and start pulling them guns out
Get to the guap and now they want some free clout
Hit a few K and now they want a shout out
You claim that you hard, but looks are deceiving
She want me to stay, 'cause she know that I'm leaving
I beat up the track and leave studio's bleeding
And no you can't guard me, so why are you reaching?
I'm ballin' like Kobe, I might hit a jumper
I cut through the track and I ain't talkin' no upper
A funny lil' nigga, I'm living in color
If she be a lame I might have to dump her
I get the bag and flip it
Dunkin' like Griffin, I ball like the Pistons
I sip the tea, ain't talkin' no Lipton
She giving top that's none of my business
If you want cash, then nigga, go get it
I grab the cash, but no I don't split it
Look at these hoes, like who are you tricking
I'm adding up numbers, I'm adding up digits

[Outro]
You did it again Tae Retro, you did it again
Retro!
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