what i'm sayin' - t. bailey lyrics
[hook: t.bailey]
ok, im cruising in that whip i’m sliding’ up i got my feet up
been out here on the move, so you know i got my fee up
bout time i grabbed the silver wear and plate, got my feed up
been a long time but b-tch i’m bout to heat up
heat up, b-tch im bout to heat up (4x)
[verse: t.bailey]
i would be dumb to provide for you
(know what i’m sayin’)
i’m far from a sucka won’t lie to you
(know what i’m sayin’)
they knew what i been bout way prior to you
(know what i’m sayin’)
i can still hit without buying you
(you know what i’m sayin’)
my n-gg-s gone ride
my n-gg-s gone fly
so please do not try
to make ya self relevant snakin around
the shit just don’t fly
i po’ up a 4 then i drown in that
we flippin’ the paper we acrobats
we run thru them freaks like a pair of sneaks
(know what i’m sayin’)
these hoes out clubbing like every week
(know what i’m saying’)
you twerkin just make me think you a freak
(know what i’m saying’)
get sugga daddies just to buy em thangs
(know what i’m saying’)
they lookin ratty they designer fiends
(know what i’m saying’)
[hook: t.bailey]
ok, im cruising in that whip i’m sliding’ up i got my feet up
been out here on the move, so you know i got my fee up
bout time i grabbed the silver wear and plate, got my feed up
been a long time but b-tch i’m bout to heat up
heat up, b-tch im bout to heat up (4x)
[verse 2: t.bailey]
bad b-tch but she still do good for me
you lookin soft you are not hood to me
stop fronting you know behind
and you been around a very long time
and still ain’t make noise they death and they blind to you
n-body important co-signing you
these b-tches be knowing you sensitive
which is why they don’t confide in you
don’t cling to love, i just cling the money
(know what i’m saying’)
what the h-ll really want from me?
(know what i’m saying’)
i believed in me when i was b-mmy
(know what i’m saying’)
ya little bro think i’m ahead of you
wish i was their brother instead of you
driving the car that they wanna drive
they make that their goal, so they fantasize
these n-gg-s still live in they mom garage
they really just good for an entourage
(know what i’m sayin’)
[hook: t.bailey]
ok, im cruising in that whip i’m sliding’ up i got my feet up
been out here on the move, so you know i got my fee up
bout time i grabbed the silver wear and plate, got my feed up
been a long time but b-tch i’m bout to heat up
heat up, b-tch im bout to heat up (4x)
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