lirik lagu tay b - beef on
[intro]
hah, hah, hah
hmm (baby, give me some cash)
alright, come on, hmm
[verse 1]
i’m rick owen’d down, i ain’t wear diors in a while (at all)
i be in la, eatin’ with a bad b~tch at tao
boy, i play with m’s, i can’t talk about no hundred thou’ (on god)
my hands play with white, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no f~ckin’ cow
my parents raised a boss, every time they see me, they just smile (they smile)
f~ck around and drop my chain, it look like fiji on the ground (fiji on the ground)
been too busy stackin’ pape’ up, you ain’t seen me in a while (you ain’t seen me)
my b~tch know that i’m a dog, but she ain’t trippin’, she a dog (she a f~ckin’ dog)
huh, oh, that’s dog? hunt him down
fah, fah, he hit the ground, we ain’t even use the hundred~round
lawyer beat thе case so fast, it wasn’t no need to go to trial (no cap)
why you throwin’ the sevеn up? i never seent you on the mile
saw you sneak dissin’, the last place they seent you was the ground
f~ck around and post your b~tch ’cause we be creepin’ all the time, n~gga (hahaha)
[chorus]
yeah, beef on, beef on, beef on
beef on, beef on, beef on, the beef on, hmm (the beef on, n~gga)
[verse 2]
they don’t be outside when the beef on (where them n~ggas at?)
twenty cars, all black, it look like meech home (free big meech)
you a d~ck sucker, type of b~tch that i’ll cheat on
my brothers havin’ motion, i am not the type to leech on (give a f~ck, n~gga)
hmm, ah, it’s another one (it’s another one)
hmm, i just bought two f&ns, i gave my brother one (i gave my brother one)
i f~ck up every season, you just tryna f~ck the summer up
i cannot be f~cked with, just to sum it up (can’t be f~cked with)
right now, i got three main hoes, sh~t, i juggle ’em (juggle ’em)
if a b~tch f~ck with a n~gga like you, i can’t be touchin’ her
i got a b~tch sittin’ on her face, she tryna smother her
i know that lil’ boy hatin’, but his b~tch, i’m thumpin’ her (on my mama)
how you claim you paid and you ain’t got no lawyer money? (what the f~ck?)
i’ll die for my respect ’cause it’s worth more than money (my honor)
i’ma hit you from the back, can you record it for me? (can you record it?)
i got it piled up in the crib, i got h~~rder money (i got h~~rder money)
white b~tch, she get high like whitney houston, she gon’ snort it for me
’bout to put this sh~t in bitcoin, i’m d~mn near bored with money (d~mn near bored with money)
[chorus]
huh, beef on, beef on, beef on
beef on, beef on, beef on, the beef on
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