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back 2 back - tay b lyrics

[verse 1: tay b & fmb dz]
all facts lil’ n-gg- huh
yea i heard you in that g wagon
not the benz one, b-tch the ford one
you can’t afford one
you ain’t never made six g’s
huh, n-gg-, my car don’t even take cds
you in fake balmain’s word to dz’s
you in fake diamonds word to cz’s
i ran it up and went ignant word to tay b
everything push to start b-tch i hate keys
shoutout to that motherf-ckin’ road cause it made me
i was taking trips to az, i was 18
y’all be on instagram posting fake cheese
put that pistol in yo face, p-ssy say cheese
i wear my sh-t anywhere come and take these
i just found a thousand pack for the 18
tryna put my n-gg-s in gold like the a-team
and i’ll pity any fool trying to take these

[verse 2: tay b & fmb dz]
if you don’t do what you ‘posed to do
sh-t prolly end up stretching you
probably gone f-ck and get the neck from
probably get the best of you
then probably gone end up neglecting you
i ‘ont really like to do the seconds boo
a hundred round drum, n-gg- you can catch some extras too
later when i’m done imma pour a 4 up in a mountain dew
boy you ain’t my mans, don’t shake my hands, ‘iont f-ck with you
took some n-gg-s years to get this far, it took a month or two
i get in my feelings pop a perc or blow a blunt or two
rip uncle mudd wish that i could sip a cup with you
when them boys caught you, i wish i was in the cut with you
i’d do what i’m supposed to do, can’t let ’em get close to you
yeaaah

[verse 3: tay b and fmb dz]
young boss n-gg- i do boss sh-t
you ain’t getting money you just talk sh-t huh
you don’t wanna beef cause we chalk sh-t
we don’t play hard cause we came up off soft sh-t huh
and you lost up in the sauce b-tch, i ain’t get this from my mama b-tch i bought this
i ain’t drive on that rode, b-tch i caught this huh
randy moss sh-t huh, get it off quick
i got that work and it ain’t cheap
really in that water, b-tch i be swimming in the deep
b-tch all in my face, she keep asking if i’m me
the b-tch thought i was lying so she asked to see my teeth
got a new b-tch every week, that’s yo b-tch we just creep
and the sh-t she’ll never do for you she do for me
n-gg- hop off my d-ck might as well go and leap
and you shop from low to high, ‘lil boy you h-lla cheap
and she wanna f-ck with me, told the b-tch say please na
now hit yo knees, huh, these n-gg-s paying 50 dollars for some fake lean
these n-gg-s paying 50 dollars for some fake jeans
i had to get up off my -ss i was tired of chilling
n-gg- play with that bag, you must be tired of living
i’ll slide with them sticks you know my position
n-gg- can’t tell me sh-t i make my own decisions
walk in silver rain and throw a b-tch tuition
(?) while i’m playing but it still glisten
seen his b-tch around the gang, he got in his feelings
b-tch i made my own lane, i see no compet-tion
that’s just how i’m feeling

- tay b lyrics

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