lirik lagu tay b - on some shit like that
[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
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