Tay B
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Tay B & Veeze
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Tay B & A Boogie wit da Hoodie
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Tay B & Lil Baby
Tay B & Skilla Baby
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Tay B & Babyface Ray & G.T.
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Tay B & Baby Money
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Tay B & Peezy
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[Intro]
(Eli got the Midas touch)
(MIA JAY C)
Huh, yeah, ayy
All facts, lil' nigga (Nah, for real)
Ayy, ayy
[Verse 1]
Poppin' tags off Amiris, I put tags on niggas' heads
Nigga dissed me on the 'Gram, I woke up and he was dead
I just fucked a bitch two hours straight up off the meds (I hear you, JAY C)
Think you gangster 'cause you dreaded, I knock off them niggas' dreads
Rich nigga, I be running up dinero like I'm Cam
He want a feat', but I hoed him, now it's beef, he a fan
I ain't wrestlin' with shit, but your bitch, she'll get slammed
Please don't let your bitch around the gang, she get ran
No, I'm not with LeBron, but I'm always in the land
She just got her body done, shе can't sit up on her ass
Oh, you had money? Nigga, why you living in the past?
I ain't talking 'bout no condom whеn I say I got a mag
Yeah, real pape', I see all that lil' money runnin' out
I got bitches screamin' in my crib like a haunted house
I just bought a rose presi' plain, I should bust it down
My young niggas really want his chain, he should tuck it now
My mans told me that that pussy good, shit, I'm fuckin' now
You ain't gotta ask me if I'm strapped, bitch, I'm clutchin' now
Hit a nigga block, ain't nothing less than a hundred rounds
Word on the street he a rat, he can't come around
Told her, "Let me see that ass, baby, turn around"
If the deal ain't some M's, I gotta turn it down
Put a potato on the barrel, you ain't heard a sound
Insurance drop on the crib, I'm 'bout to burn it down
[Chorus]
Still got them niggas that'll get you whacked for the freeski
I don't know what happened to the opps, I ain't seent 'em
Brodie love shopping at Saks, I like Neimans
If that pussy ain't lasered or it's waxed, I can't eat it
All this ice on my body got me froze, I'm anemic
Old soul, young nigga, but this a blick, not a beeper
Kidnap a nigga bitch for that ransom, Lil Tecca
She say her head good, bitch, you gotta make me a believer
[Verse 2]
Yeah, a lot of niggas internet thuggin' out here getting popped
Tell me is it really worth your life tryna get some clout?
Hook flick me, hit the block, I gotta ditch the Glock
My people fucked up down the way, I gotta fix the route
Hit the titty bar, me and my niggas get to trippin' out
Too much money in the streets, I ain't missin' out
Bitch, you probably sucked a hundred dicks, I can't kiss your mouth
She started sayin' that she love me, had to kick her out
I told her I don't really like to date all in public
If she ain't tryna hit a three, I'ma sub her
If I ain't in the booth, catch me thuggin' with my cousins
I fuck hoes, shit, she fuck hoes, I can't judge her
[Chorus]
Still got them niggas that'll get you whacked for the freeski
I don't know what happened to the opps, I ain't seent 'em
Brodie love shopping at Saks, I like Neimans
If that pussy ain't lasered or it's waxed, I can't eat it
All this ice on my body got me froze, I'm anemic
Old soul, young nigga, but this a blick, not a beeper
Kidnap a nigga bitch for that ransom, Lil Tecca
She say her head good, bitch, you gotta make me a believer
[Outro]
All facts