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big hat (eye for an eye) - izaya tiji lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, what these n*ggas on, soulja?)

[chorus]
(ayy, ayy), ayy, eye for an eye
ayy, this b*tch nine to five (sss, ss*ss)
don’t worry ’bout me
no, i know my way around (yeah)
lie for a lie
n*gga lie to me? i’ma take ’em down (rrrr)
heard yo’ paper work came out, shoulda took deal than the chair
if i’m the goat, i gotta pass my son, yeah, all y’all n*ggas stairs
to be honest i ain’t really that woke, ’cause everyday i pollute the air
woke up, pressin’ some mo’, yuh, need me a big red
yuh, p*ssy n*gga say hes sliding, yeah, he need a big hat
n*gga pop like joe bidеn, n*gga walk around like a dumbass
walkin’ on trap, waitin’ on mommy, i just can’t take yo’ pics

[verse 1]
i just can’t take yo’ girl, i makе her cream like yo’ girl (yeah)
mixed ho cinnamon swirl, i make her mothaf*ckin’ throat hurt
woulda pulled up right to your hood
jump out these bricks, i’ma need to unload her (yuh)
and this feeling can’t be good, feel like i’m on a whole rollercoaster
if you put that bread on, sh*t gettin’ hot, just like a mothaf*ckin’ toaster (yuh)
why these bullets hittin’ just like the rock? might give yo’ dumbass an ulcer
why does this b*tch feel like a balloon? just ’cause i had to poke her
and i go take out that bih’ to go eat, no we ain’t sober
no we ain’t sober
give her designer, she givin’ me sloppy
this sh*t nastier than an ogre
my bih’ colder than mothaf*ckin’ hockey, bih’ can’t even find her
i pop me an oxy up in the lobby, yuh, i need me some whiter
bro tryna’ ride i’m like “where’s the glock?,” but i’m not really a talker
[pre*chorus]
eye for an eye
and this b*tch nine to five
stayin’ on barbeque
f*ck n*ggas know they can’t have fun
i throw some darts at you, these bullets deal a lil’ ‘casm
ayy, the gun ain’t for tattoo, i hit you right in your tendon
if i’m the goat, i gotta pass my son, yeah, all y’all n*ggas stairs
to be honest i ain’t really that woke, ’cause everyday i pollute the air
woke up, pressin’ some mo’, yuh, need me a big red
yuh, p*ssy n*gga say hes sliding, yeah, he need a big hat (ayy)
n*gga pop like joe biden, n*gga walk around like a dumbass (ayy, ayy)
walkin’ on trap, waitin’ on mommy, i just can’t take yo’ pics (ayy)

[verse 2]
ayy, n*ggas wanna cut that bond, thats why he keep that compact
like i was walking through mobs, yeah, i could a blow a n*gga timing
i put a perc in my wood, but it ain’t doin’ sh*t, ayy
ayy, she said she do not suck d*ck, but she ain’t new to this
yeah, hourly just like a witch, yeah i lose my wrists
yeah, i had the bih’ in my fit, i gotta carry my kids, ayy
lyin’ ho want me, bih’ she a dummy, bro couldn’t trust that
too much pape’ on me like a folder, yeah, thats why i’m on with that
walk up press on a mo’, need me a big red
p*ssy n*gga say hes sliding, yeah, need him a big hat

- izaya tiji lyrics

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