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like woah - tay b lyrics

[intro: tay b]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n*ggas)
huh, all facts, lil’ n*gga
yeah
huh, huh, hmm

[verse 1: tay b]
yeah, i got a deal, but still got a deal on them things
it was for some m’s, still got a bill’ on my brain
hit the b*tch for five minutes and i still made her came
just like meek mixtape, b*tch, i still keep the flame
you the type be f*cked up, but you still keep your chain
you better p*wn that sh*t, frontin’ to these hoes like you ballin’, b*tch
[chorus: tay b]
f*ck the b*tch, she ask me for some money, i’m like, “no”
you think your ass about to spend the night, you gotta go
that white donald trump got me the presi’, yeah, for sure
my lil’ baby ass so fat, i’m like, “woah”

[verse 2: tay b]
young n*gga grew up with the tommy, i’m like ghost
i won’t let a b*tch put me on camera, she might post
sucked half of the d*ck, oh, you got a lil’ throat
k!ll a n*gga, put him on a flyer, call me smoke
my last b*tch keep sayin’ she love me, i’m like, “oh”
can’t take that b*tch serious, i swear she do the most
seent her in public, she tried to speak, i ain’t spoke
you can suck a d*ck and die, b*tch, go’n and choke
jackboys watchin’ n*ggas who ball like they scolarships
before my big cousin was poppin’ hoes, he was poppin’ sh*t
soft*ass n*gga, you gon’ fold, we the opposite
we and my brothers was coppin’ ‘bows, now we coppin’ bricks
start thinkin’ with your f*ckin’ brain or get popped in it
stop flexin’ with that lil’ chain, that lil’ watch and sh*t
i got your kit in diors, you is not that rich
you probably think your girl yours, that is not your b*tch

[chorus: tay b]
woah
i f*cked her, then she asked me for some money, i’m like, “no”
you think you ’bout to spend the night, b*tch, you gotta go
that white donald trump got me the presi’, yeah, for sure
my lil’ baby ass so fat, i’m like, “woah”
[verse 3: kash doll]
ayy, it’s big kd (yeah), i’m a rich b*tch
for every dark day, i make sure my wrist lit (bling)
these n*ggas for everybody, you ain’t listen? (man)
d*mn, sis, now your p*ssy look like a brisket (blew out)
before corona, from you hoes, i kept my distance (f*ck outta here)
for christmas, i’m on every ghetto n*gga wishlist (that’s right)
hate a poor b*tch to my core, thinkin’ in a ‘vette
when i up this dog sh*t, please don’t call a vet (don’t call a vet)
real gangster b*tch, not an og, i’m a vet
with who? you? oh, i’m unimpressed (f*ck outta here)
panty set versace, i could never be underdressed
‘cept your baguettes, boo*boo, buy me a flower set (yeah)
ain’t tryna transcend without gettin’ my flowers yet
where them dollars at, n*gga? where them dollars at?
put it in his face, then get ghost, i’m on a power trip
y’all wanna hear a funny joke? i’m broke
on the seventh day, god rested, i woke
i’m a goddess, i don’t walk, i float
i don’t bang red or blue, but i vote (ayy)
every time i’m in the hood, i give ’em hope
every hood pass you ever had got revoked, woah
you’s a ho
you’s a ho

- tay b lyrics

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