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ll floom - tay b lyrics

[intro]
(pressure)
(okay jones)

[verse]
i just bought a baby mansion with a three*car garage
i be chillin’ with my b*tch, i need some head and a massage
who the f*ck you tryna hit? why you shootin’ in the crowd?
i had to kick him out the hood, he can’t come back to the mile
you can’t make twenty thousand in the streets, get a job
i counted up my first two hundred thou’, i almost f*ckin’ cried
all facts, easy money, we be movin’ like the mob
i’d rather be rich than famous, it ain’t hard to decide
he ain’t been on instagram, i guess his jewelry in the pond
i can score and still make my n*ggas ball, i’m lebron
thinkin’ ’bout my n*gga trap, really cherish all our timе
i don’t never question god, i just wish i can rеwind
she ain’t got sh*t goin’ on, that b*tch poor, she just fine
if i leave my b*tch the only time i’ll drop a dime
i keep rockin’ ysl, my n*ggas keep callin’ me slime
i been pushin’ foreign whips before i learned how to drive
no, i’m not in atlanta, still’ll make a n*gga hide
bro just alley*ooped an opp, i’m ’bout to go and catch a lob
i’m a heartbreak kid, i be feelin’ like delon
dog rat and i’ma have to drop the body before trial
i just gotta make sure that the judge free the guys
you know i got your mans whacked, screamin’ f*ck the other side
i’m mo3 to them n*ggas, got them scared to come outside
caught him on the freeway, i left his ass on the lodge
[chorus]
broke n*ggas on the internet sayin’ such*and*such
you can’t even bring the racks out just to f*ck it up
i just asked a pretty b*tch is we gon’ f*ck or what?
the b*tch p*ssy weak, can’t even bust a nut
broke n*ggas on the internet sayin’ such*and*such
you can’t even bring the racks out just to f*ck it up
i just asked a pretty b*tch is we gon’ f*ck or what?
the b*tch p*ssy weak, can’t even bust a nut

- tay b lyrics

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