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sftc2 - dj tay b. lyrics

[intro]
loady!
dj tay b. aka taytookyagirl in this b*tch
and you know we had to come back for part 2
haaaa

[chorus: mani jaee]
know its strictly for the city 2
my n*ggas still get busy too
now we up and we sliding in a
skrrr skrrrrrrrrrr

[verse 1: nicwiththekay]
my b*tch love to eat at crustaceans
don’t f*ck with you n*ggas i’m racist
supportive, a patriot, i’m ballin’, mcgrady
i’m so used to doing what i want to
i kicc sh*t, kung fu
in the back of the trap with a bundle
got 2 b’s bumble (b*tches)
i heard he keep mentioning loady
we gon slide on the guys
i pull up and pop out you die
sunset, sun rise
i’m feeling emotional, i’m up in my feelings
i’m ready to k!ll just bout anything
ice her out just to setup an opp
i bought her a chain from penny james
this is strictly for the city
fully boys no semi’s
they say i love all the hoes dimmy
i’m a turn ha like timmy
ain’t nothing but a real n*gga in me
i never had real n*gga envy
1 clip beginning
the 2nd clip this the ending
yeh yeh
[verse 2: tay bandz]
i’m loving this lifestyle, bandz on me like a f*cking parade
blowing trees back to back, prolly why i don’t be tripping when they throwing shade
chains looking like some lemonade, mixing dirty down in my minute maid
i got money coming nation wide, y’all lil broke boys yall just city paid
what you know bout it
know some n*ggas they on go bout it
these n*ggas ain’t fasho bout it
on the net dissing, sh*t so clouted
same fingers typing, same fingaz pointing
same freaky b*tch, hit me when she h*rny
same hoes in school used to call me brother
sl*t them b*tches out, camera phone recording
any n*gga play me, bro nem go crazy and i promise they won’t let up
thought he was the sickest till my youngin went and set that boy up for a check up
870 babies we going crazy how you ain’t know we was next up
n*gga must heard it was up with us
but he can’t f*ck with us, tell ’em to catch up

[verse 3: deja d]
posted up in my city looking pretty
but sh*t can get ugly, n*ggas a bust fast, call that sh*t a quickie
i been on my grind, i’m ready to shine b*tch i’m bout my hustle like nipsey
too raw just fa local sh*t, ima global chick
they show love up in philly
i head they be praying on my downfall but all in my face hold the heck up
and you ain’t gotta say that sh*t with ya chest
cause i’m taking shots from the neck up
h*ll they mad make ’em madder
i do my dance on b*tch i ain’t talking bout step up
give af about first place i wanna last so i can just count me a check up
ima 870 rep it till i go
loop dog baby had to let ’em know
spit that hot sh*t but cooler than the snow
this little light of mine ima let it show
if you hating it’s boosting my ego
set it off in this b*tch like i’m cleo
tryna ball with the family no chemo
if i want it i grab it like debo (b*tch)
[verse 4: mani jaee]
i heard they be speaking on mani (huh)
they ain’t really talm bout sh*t
you ain’t talking bout money, yeen talm bout sh*t
hold up, they ain’t gone catch that sh*t
they gone see us up sliding in coupes
catch us on olive we sliding in groups
man that’s just how we do
you gotta be smart and just watch how you move
and crip c my cadence and i kept it cool when when
we ain’t have sh*t but some penny’s
we diamonds that started out dingy
all of my n*ggas keep bl!cky’s fr
and we ain’t have shìt but some penny’s
all of my n*ggas keep bl!cky’s
they know not to come in this city
unless you gone tote you a bl!cky
or 2 ooh ooh

[chorus: mani jaee]
know its strictly for the city 2
my n*ggas still get busy too
now we up and we sliding in a
skrrr skrrrrrrrrrr

[outro: nicwiththekay]
loady!

- dj tay b lyrics

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