Q.rap m.o.d.b - Tdf

We Bow to nobody but God
Woo
Ata belo belo belo
Weyley
Bi dongola colonel Marakhi
Berrrr

Who is that TDF
Back from the dirt just to bury y'all
You can look it up on the media.
You don't understand fool I pity ya
Who that TDF
Haa
Bang bang black out
Put em on a choke till they tap out
Everybody go awooooooo
Who is that TDF
Who that TDF
Back from the dirt just to bury y'all
You can look it up on the media
You think it's a game fool I pity ya
Who that TDF
Who that TDF
Haaaa

Who that Who that
Everybody chit chat
Baking soda meat bags
Tell yo mama whip that
Eight months later flip that
Who that
My people go click clack
Yo people play witchcraft
What's that
It's crazy how the things change
They use to talk the big game
When TDF go bang bang
They start to talk that sweet thang
TDF make a bitch feel itty bittyer
You can never know where they hitting ya
Super hero shit getting scarier
How could they kill my mother
How could they rape my sister
They told us we where brothers
I wish we knew this bustards
Getty up Getty up
Never fuck around with the TDF
You can double up we ain't scared of ya
Who TDF

Who is that TDF
Back from the dirt just to bury y'all
You can look it up on the media
You don't understand fool I pity ya
Who that TDF
Haa
Bang bang black out
Put em on a choke till they tap out
Everybody go awooooooo
Who is that
TDF
Who that
TDF
Back from the dirt just to bury y'all
You can look it up on the media
You think it's a game fool I pity ya
Who that TDF
Who that TDF
Haaa


Who who who
Who who who

Let the Roof burn to the Stone Age
TDF is coming nigga with a whole rage Like
So you killed my pops huh
You burned the crops huh
You shot my brother throw him off the cliffs huh
Yo daddy failed
So you had to try huh
Now guess what's coming
Wow
Bitch we be gunning
Woow
It's TDF Hoe
You already know though
Who is that Who is that
All I see is meat bags
Bullets flying head shots
Hands on the air to the reef raff's
Hold up who that TDF
Boo boo boom

Who is that TDF
Back from the dirt just to bury y'all
You can look it up on the media
You don't understand fool I pity ya
Who that TDF
Haa
Bang bang black out
Put em on a choke till they tap out
Everybody go awooooooo
Who is that TDF
Who that TDF
Back from the dirt just to bury y'all
You can look it up on the media
You think it's a game fool I pity ya
Who that TDF
Who that TDF
Haaa

This shit right here is the Mona Lisa who's arms you chopped off
This right here is for every innocent priest you popped off
This shit right here
Is for every child you forced to watch
While you raped his moms and sisters at the same damn time
This shit right here
Is for the back stabbing mother fucker who I loved like family
But you know how that shit go
Ain't no forced I fear but God
A yo DG bring that hook back for me one more time

Who is that TDF
Back from the dirt just to bury y'all
You can look it up on the media
You don't understand fool I pity ya
Who that TDF
Haa
Bang bang black out
Put em on a choke till they tap out
Everybody go awooooooo
Who is that TDF
Who that TDF
Back from the dirt just to bury y'all
You can look it up on the media
You think it's a game fool I pity ya
Who that TDF
Who that TDF
Haaaa

Writers: Quincy Murphen

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