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that type of time - tay b lyrics

[intro]
psh, yeah
(h*lluva made this beat, baby)
aye, aye, huh

[verse 1]
i really be spittin’ dope lines, you can snort ’em
not a local plug, my sh*t come from ‘cross the border, huh
like a prostitute, i got some n*ggas on the corner
i just counted up two hundred thousand this mornin’
man, this n*gga pulled up with a scale, i still short ’em
the red at one twenty, but my n*ggas still pourin’
i see you fell in love with that b*tch, she still goin’
she call my phone to f*ck one hundred times, i still ignore her, huh
you might catch me in some yeezy, human race, or foreign
on the real, it’s been so long since i bought some jordans, huh
eddy [?] crib you can’t afford it, huh
i just put a n*gga on his ass, he an informant, huh
i can never give yo’ ass a pass, or a warnin’
i was broke, ain’t think about no past, ’cause i’m scorin’, huh
stop sayin’ i got a big bag, it’s enormous
stop sayin’ that my b*tch bad, she is gorgeous, huh
these n*ggas is my sons, i’m mad i ain’t abort ’em
i was state to state with one on ones, it feel like i’m tourin’
three n*ggas on stage with me with guns, while i’m performin’
you just mad that you don’t get no funds, and you ain’t important
[verse 2]
man, you don’t get no p*ssy boy, you still eatin hairy
i know they makin’ [?], but i still wear amiris
tuggin’ on my blues, but i still wear my jewelry
yeah it cost a lot, but i still shoot with jerry
made a hundred off them jacks, b*tch ask siri
off this fast money, bought a big face like i’m barry, huh
try and reach for this big face, and get buried, huh
b*tch keep askin’ am i rich, i say very, huh
n*ggas never got a lot to spend, but got a lot to say
you would get yo’ stupid ass beat, like you dr. dre
not a janitor, but i just pulled up and got mop today
not a video, but you would pull up and get shot today

[chorus]
i just counted up two hundred thousand this mornin’
it took me an hour and a half, just to sort it
stop sayin’ i got a big bag, it’s enormous
stop sayin’ that my b*tch bad, she is gorgeous, huh
these n*ggas is my sons, i’m mad i ain’t abort ’em
i was state to state with one on ones, it feel like i’m tourin’
three n*ggas on stage with me with guns, while i’m performin’
you just mad that you don’t get no funds, and you ain’t important

[outro]
you just mad that you don’t get no funds, and you ain’t important
(you just mad that you don’t get no funds, and you ain’t important)

- tay b lyrics

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