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old tay - tay b lyrics

[intro]
huh, ayy, yeah

[verse 1]
i know it’s a lot of people wanna see me win
it’s even way more people wanna see me gone
motherf*ckers like, “man, we want the old tay”
sh*t crazy, n*ggas don’t like to see you grow
that sh*t give me vibes like n*ggas wanna see you broke
i want shows in forty states, not just in the o
if i really want you dead, you won’t see a post
i’m in all black, but you gon’ really think you seen a ghost
i’m a grown ass f*ckin’ man with two kids
i can’t be happy with little money, i need m’s
my old*heads ain’t never drop dimes, they drop gems
motivation when i was a kid, pop’s drop benz
if you gang when we shake hands, then wе lock in
i see stars on my whip every time i hop in
lil’ prеtty b*tch from the a, she in my top ten
i don’t walk in the club if i don’t get the glock in
i heard my old homie told, guess what? we not friends
we might look alike, but we don’t act the same, we not twins
i see dog posting money on the ‘gram, that’s not his
what i look like wifin’ my man’s b*tch? i’m not fiz

[chorus]
why you showin’ weird vibes? let me fall back
called your phone three times, why you ain’t call back?
you can’t short me out no money, i need all that
uh, sh*t ain’t all good, but it ain’t all bad
yeah, sh*t ain’t all good, but it ain’t all bad
still gettin’ to the money, it ain’t all bad
yeah, sh*t ain’t all good, but it ain’t all bad
you ain’t gettin’ sh*t on credit, i need all cash
[verse 2]
huh, i need everything up front
i know her friends wanna f*ck, i got your man’s in a blunt
we just vibin’, i wasn’t even really plannin’ to f*ck
hit the mall with no budget, i’m just scannin’ sh*t up
i am not a wrestler, but i just slammed me a sl*t
on a tour with the guys, pretty fans on the bus
rob a n*gga, up bl!ck, then he handed it up
tune play with s9, he was scammin’ with us
huh, i know you don’t love me, you don’t gotta act for me
i wanna f*ck, you want some money, ain’t gotta cap for me
a lot of n*ggas, they be tender, they just actin’ p
i ain’t trippin’ on what you did before or after me
i been had pape’, your last n*gga, he was acting cheap
every time a n*gga wanna play, it’s big casualty
i ain’t never have no beef that last a week
if you ain’t gon’ shoot your bl!ck, n*gga, pass to me

- tay b lyrics

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