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can’t even name dis - luh tyler lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, n*gga
balling like the nba, know i’m with the lakers
ya b*tch, n*gga, i might take her
yeah, n*gga
n*gga, yeah

[chorus]
balling like the nba, know i’m with the lakers
if i see you with your b*tch, n*gga
i might take her
this hoe actin’ like a fan, so i gotta shake her
and we smokin’ good gas, coming from jamaica
if it ain’t about that money, i’ma see you later
know i’m pushing heavy p, n*gga
i’m a player
if you a real n*gga, all that hate and sh*t won’t faze you
man i got these n*gga shocked, think i got a taser

[verse]
we don’t see no stop signs, n*gga, we ain’t stoppin
bad b*tch, she got braces and them lips poppin’
n*ggas tryna ride my wave, n*ggas, steady jockin’
when we gеt up on the stage, we gon’ gеt to rockin’
make your b*tch lose her mind, yeah, i got her brainless
finna pull up to the spot, know that’s where the gang is
b*tch, i’m a dog off the leash, n*gga, you can’t tame this
smokin’ on exotic gas, you can’t even name this
if you with me then we locked in, no you can’t lane switch
n*ggas hatin’ on me, talking down, they on that lame sh*t
pop out on the scene, i’m with the guys, we on that gang sh*t
all my n*ggas havin’ motion yeah, we on the same sh*t
all my n*ggas havin’ motion yeah, we tryna get a bag
rich n*ggas in the front, the broke n*ggas in the back
know i pull up in a coupe, n*gga, swervin’ in a jet
know i got them racks on me, n*gga, make my pants sag
n*ggas talking down, hating on me
n*gga, who is you?
i just ran it up and dropped your paycheck on my tooth
they like “d*mn that n*gga snappin’ man, that n*gga he the truth”
luh tyler headed to the top, you know it’s time to raise the roof
i might take a n*gga b*tch and turn her to my side hoe
know i like my b*tches short, this lil’ b*tch right here 5’4″
pull up and i get the cheese, then i gotta slide bro
n*gga smokin’ on that gas, you smokin’ black & white bro
i’ve been f*ckin’ with yo’ b*tch and you ain’t even have a clue
luh tyler snappin’ in this rap, that n*gga came up out the blue
man, them n*gga f*ck around and they done put me in the stu’
they like “d*mn, this n*gga hard! n*gga i already knew”
n*gga, i ain’t tryna talk, i’m tryna get to where that bag at
smokin’ on exotic gas, n*gga, i can’t even pass that
man these n*gga see i’m blowin’ up, i bet they havin’ flashbacks
it’s a bad, slim, thick b*tch
i told her “throw that ass back”
it’s a bad, slim, thick b*tch
i told her “make it shake”
in the booth with dark shades on, i feel like johnny cage
we should get to actin’ out, i gotta put her in her place
i won’t buy the b*tch a ring, but i might buy that hoe a lace
[outro]
yeah, n*gga
yeah
n*gga, yeah
phew, phew
ski

- luh tyler lyrics

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