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letra de no way - aykay

[intro]
ay b-tch (ay b-tch)
ay uh hey (ay go)
(ay go)
and y’all muhf-ck sweet than a b-tch ay (go)
b-tch ya know (go ay)
(oh my god)
(b-tch y-y-you know aykay got a drum on him)
(if you think i hop on the feat for no reason like)
(b-tch ay)
(oh my god ay yuh)
(yuh)
if you think i hop on this sh-t (ay b-tch)
and i ain’t gon’ hop on that b-tch (ay b-tch)
(ay go)
(b-tch)
(chorus)
if you think i hop on the feat for no reason then you must be trippin’ (then you must be trippin’)
no way (d-mn)
get a life or some sh-t ’cause my money go up (cause my money go up)
and your money for simpin’ (this sh-t up and its stuck)
okay
and y’all muhf-cks sweet than a b-tch
you seen all them dots and your friends get to dippin’ (your friends get to dippin they were)
za had me swervin’ and leanin’ i wore a fedora (i tip i lean)
yeah that sh-t had me tippin’ (i tip i lean)
got so many dots on yo mans he like a picasso piece (dot dot dot b-tch)
he in a gallery
and my g way too geeked he be spinnin’ like he playin clash (geekin)
royale he a valkyrie
and shut the f-ck up with this sh-t like he ain’t up yet
b-tch i’m about to be
modern day philosopher in this hoe
and i fill up that b-tch like socrates aye

(verse)
jose
when i shoot calderon
put my meat and some sauce in this b-tch calzone
no way
boy you ain’t gettin’ on
you ain’t gettin’ on sh-t get the f-ck off my phone
i be runnin’ like track when they hit in the field
i smell death in the air when i spray like cologne
feel like jordan bananas they slippin on peele
got em wicked like a candle they melt to the floor
b-tch
i can’t make this sh-t up
i ain’t tellin’ no lie when i’m sayin’ i’m up
like i had me some coffee at nine
that b-tch like a ticket she fine
and i’m makin’ a wave like a sine
ain’t no way that you up before me like you cuttin
b-tch get to the back of the line
why is you buggin’ you know you not fly
i be trippin too hard but i’m not finna whine
(chorus)
if you think i hop on the feat for no reason then you must be trippin’
no way
get a life or some sh-t ’cause my money go up and your money for simpin’
okay
and y’all muhf-cks sweet than a b-tch
you seen all them dots and your friends get to dippin’
za had me swervin’ and leanin’ i wore a fedora
yeah that sh-t had me tippin’
got so many dots on yo mans he like a picasso piece
he in a gallery
and my g way too geeked he be spinnin’ like he playin clash
royale he a valkyrie
and shut the f-ck up with this sh-t like he ain’t up yet
b-tch i’m about to be
modern day philosopher in this hoe
and i fill up that b-tch like socrates aye

- aykay

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