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Don Toliver - Tacoma Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (Shot through your car door, shoutout to Cardo) yeah, yeah
[?] might fuck around
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I know you smell aroma, I chop down Tacoma (Jump out)
I had the whole damn block, stop sign out that corner (Grr)
I ran my own lil shop of medicine and Yoda (Let's get it)
Packet sizzlin' hot, I had the whole thing in the motor
Feelin' like sinking (Yeah, yeah), blinking (Yeah)
Smokin' that [?] (Yeah, yeah), no blinking

[Post-Chorus]
We would get high in the bleachers and cuss out the teacher
I was livin' my own life and no one can reach us

[Verse]
If you play the game, dirty, dirty, no apologies
I ride through the hood, an urban legend, it's mythology
I pour up a deuce, you pour a seven, oh, you toppin' me
Rockin' out the coupe, I play with bread like it's Monopoly (Ahh)
Stoppin' me (Ahh), droppin' me
I let go of your hand like I'm movin' the stove and it's too hot for me (Ahh)
Stoppin' me (Ahh), droppin' me
I made all my Ms right on that block, you know what Donny need
[Chorus]
I know you smell aroma, I chop down Tacoma (Jump out)
I had the whole damn block, stop sign out that corner (Grr)
I ran my own lil shop of medicine and Yoda (Let's get it)
Packet sizzlin' hot, I had the whole thing in the motor
Feelin' like sinking (Yeah, yeah), blinking (Yeah)
Smokin' that [?] (Yeah, yeah), no blinking

[Post-Chorus]
We would get high in the bleachers and cuss out the teacher
I was livin' on my life and no one can reach us