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on some shit like that - tay b lyrics

[intro]
hmm
all facts, yeah
(my n*gga lee, i think we got another one)
yep
y’all n*ggas’ll see a n*gga with some money man
call a n*gga big brother, man, n*ggas is d*ck*suckers
n*ggas grown ass d*ck suckers
need to get some sh*t together
yeah
huh

[verse]
yeah, i don’t pay for p*ssy, get asked for the free (for the free)
huh, weak b*tch, please, bad b*tch, meech
i just spent one*fifty, man, this patek clean
huh, to be exact, one*fifty*three (one*fifty*three)
paint a n*gga shirt red from a white tee (that’s crazy)
off*white jordans, i’m a hype beast (that’s crazy)
tell that b*tch i f*cked her friends even though shе might see
this b*tch went and f*cked my man, she just likе me
i been f*cking with that snow, it got me icy
choppin’ up sh*t, i’m just like lee
they like, “tay you steppin’ out in gucci” man, b*tch, i might be
young rich n*gga with a bag so they like me
wonder if i ever go to jail, will they write me?
put my hoes in coco chanel like i’m ice*t
got the best head in my life from a pisces
can’t f*ck a b*tch that’s boring, i like b*tches real triflin’
(hm) hmm
i can’t f*ck a b*tch that’s boring, i like b*tches real triflin’
yeah
i like b*tches real nasty, could give a f*ck if you classy
you ain’t f*ck me in the trap then you can’t f*ck me in the mansion
if you ain’t pull up on ashton, you can’t come to calabasas
it’s ’bout who have it the longest, not who get it the fastest
you f*ck b*tches and love ’em, i f*ck b*tches and pass ’em, yeah (f*ck on)
huh, yeah
on some sh*t like that
i just f*cked her, i ain’t know this was yo’ b*tch like that (d*mn)
that sh*t look good, i ain’t know you was that thick like that (oh d*mn)
what you bought that ass? how it get like that? (how it get like that?)
i buy every b*tch a bag ’cause i’m rich like that
i got friends f*cking friends, yeah, it get like that
yeah, sh*t be fun and games ’til yo’ clique get whacked
you be thinkin’ you the man ’til yo’ b*tch get sn*tched
tellin’ all them gangster stories, man, that sh*t be cap
what n*gga you smacked? what n*gga you clapped?
you be all on the internet, postin’ all subliminal
i hope you know that one day we gon’ run into you
bad b*tch, see*through shirt, titties visible
you puttin’ up with a broke n*gga, living miserable
she got seven b*tches in her clique, yeah, i hit a few
she was calling me her best friend but i hit it too

- tay b lyrics

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