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nawl - tay b lyrics

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[intro]
(you won’t leave him a clue? please, for my man taz)

[verse 1: tay b]
oh, you wanna get your money up? come and work for me
i don’t give a f*ck ’bout losing friends, it ain’t hurtin’ me
i never had to ask a b*tch to lift up her skirt for me
had her blowin’ d*ck from seven to eleven, she was slurpin’ me
yeah, called up ten b*tches, grab a jet, let’s got to turks with me
half of my women natural, half got surgery
i’m like dthang and aj like lil durk to me
let’s split these m’s up, f*ck tryna split a perc’ with me
you don’t f*ck with me, i don’t f*ck with you nеither
n*ggas internet clout chasin’, i ain’t nеver seent ’em
i spent an m this year, that’s two*fifty every season
i got his baby mama eatin’ up this d*ck every evening
i’m a god*fearing man, but sometimes, i get even
askin’ why i got ’em put up in the sky, i got my reasons
on the internet thinkin’ sh*t a game, now he wheezin’
now he ain’t breathin’
my main b*tch, she be squirtin’, side b*tch, she be creamin’
i ain’t hit that p*ssy in some days, girl, i’m fiendin’
if i showed you what i made this year, you wouldn’t believe it
how i make these m’s without a hit? i’m a g*nius
tender man askin’ did i hit his b*tch? naw
blowin’ d*ck and then you ask me for a kiss, naw
i’ll take you to the club, but on a trip? naw
why you keep askin’ did i get him k!lled? n*gga, naw
[verse 2: babyfxce e]
you can get some d*ck, but you want me to trick, i’m like, “naw”
she said, “do you like my ‘fit?” i said, “you look better with it off” (strip)
i ain’t even check my tag so i can’t tell you what it cost (n*gga)
she said, “i don’t know who you is, but i can tell that you a boss”
boss hog, ten a verse, man, that’s just what it cost y’all
i done touched so much green, you would think i was playin’ softball
gave the b*tch some kidd cash, and then she blew my socks off (sh*t)
don’t get your p*ssy ass cooked, ’cause, n*gga, you is not raw (b*tch)
she wanna go through my phone, i’ma let her see (come on)
she say, “i see you off that drank again,” i told her, “let me be”
gang not off a honey when he said he tryna catch a b
pull up in a long sleeve, park it, stretcher on the seat
she said, “do you love me?” but i don’t really know the meaning (i don’t)
i got mad, she caught me cheating like she did some sh*t to me (b*tch)
buff frames three thousands and i still can’t even see
big flame on me now, don’t let me take it off the leash
my cup match my tint (yeah)
drank five percent, pop darker than a b*tch (ugh)
fully gang, striker boys, boy, you better hide your whip
you see me and tay around, boy, you better hide your b*tch (better get her)
yeah, pay me before i get up on the stage or i ain’t comin’ out
have them youngins sit outside the club and catch you runnin’ out
she called me dumb but gave me all her brain, so who the dummy now? (dumbass)
five thousand twenties when i was twenty, that’s a hundred thousand (d*mn)
i got a hundred problems (yop), cuz got a hundred choppers
one got a belt up on the back to whip you like your mama
told her, “you keep sucking me like that, then you might get some prada” (uh*huh)
stop actin’ stuck*up in the club, b*tch, come hit this bottle (come on)

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