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lirik lagu jay lewis - g.y.a.b.

[chorus: wnc whop bezzy]
b-tch i’m sleep, f-ck with me and get your -ss beat
jay got a mustang, i copped a jeep
your b-tch she want the d like she in heat
even when i’m full, b-tch i’ma eat
you know like a drain i’m in the streets
i’ll leave you with a stain, ain’t talking bleach
b-tch you gon’ learn your lesson like i teach
b-tch i got on shades like i’m a geek
b-tch i’m smoking strong, you blowing weak
plus you don’t take care of your children, you deadbeat
all that f-ckin’ cryin’, your son gon’ get his dad beat
sh-t i ain’t bet a b-tch since last week
sh-t i ain’t hit a l!ck since last night
b-tch don’t dap me down, i ain’t aight
you know i keep that strap like i’m a dyk-

[verse 1: jay lewis]
i just gave your b-tch a bar
and when you be at work, i drive your car
i’m always outer sp-ce, think i’m a star
i’m always full of tabs
and your b-tch, she be feelin’ on my abs
she say i’m a lobster, you a crab
you gon’ get your -ss beat
stomp you out and drag you to the street
take your car and make you use your feet
then slap one of your n-ggas
b-tch i got them bands, i got them figures
the club gon’ let me in, gon’ let me enter
spray you like i got raid
i don’t need no gun, i got this blade
i don’t wanna f-ck, you might got aids
dj earl, you know you wrong
f-ckin’ with them kids, you know you grown
you know you need to leave them children alone
b-tch you ’bout to make me flash
finna get on your nerves like i’m a rash
you ain’t poppin’ b-tch, you know you trash
and i’m just stating facts
if you don’t like it, f-ck it, we can scratch
light your -ss up like you was a match

[verse 2: wnc whop bezzy]
okay here i am
b-tch you will get smashed behind the ‘gram
you know all i know is trigger blam
i been ain’t give a f-ck, ain’t give a d-mn
b-tch you ain’t no sir, boy you a ma’am
i’m taxing for a show b-tch, uncle sam
you know i crash behind ram
you know f-ckin’ free my n-gga bam
you got a hi-point, that b-tch gon’ jam
chopper bullets hop, them b-tches slam
i heard you f-ckin’ trannies all on cam

[verse 3: jay lewis]
say lil b-tch don’t make me flash like a picture
i stay in that water like a pickle
b-tch don’t make me put you in that blender
your b-tch gon’ let me f-ck, gon’ let me hit her
she say you a loser, i’m a winner
she say you annoying like a splinter
my n-ggas be in bushes like they squirrels
forty bullets hit you, make you curl
like a bird i’m all on top your roof
you know i ain’t lying, i got proof
oh you ain’t know, well i thought that you knew

- lirik lagu jay lewis

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