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letra de taxi - james jaay

[chorus: james jaay & yaya chronicles]
yeah, huh, yeah
they talkin’ to me i can’t listen to that
bad little bitty, i run it right back
yeah, you talkin’ that sh-t, and it’s soundin’ like cap
i’m in a new state, wit’ only ten max
i cannot relate, my b-tch she got cake
get hit with a tac, get hit it the face
i feel like i’m tay-k, how i do the race
we run through his crib, and we don’t leave a trace
she wanna pull up, there’s a time and a place
i’m tryna go crazy, i ain’t off a xanny
i talk wit’ a slur, and they can’t understand me
just give me a year, imma cop me a grammy
i get to the money, thеy callin’ me fancy
yeah, i got her in thе backseat
we gon’ pull up in a taxi
you know me, how i’m stayin’ so classy
and my eyes, yeah they red, like itachi
[verse: james jaay & yaya chronicles]
they gon’ copy the flow, get original
she want me, but i’m doin’ the minimal
she ran off wit’ my heart like a criminal
yeah, i got sh-t that i’m doin’ that’s critical
ok, huh, woah woah, huh
yeah, got the check, this ain’t no nike
bad lil’ b-tch, she tryna wife me
off the grid, you cannot find me
pop my sh-t, this ain’t the twin
really reppin’, ain’t no hype beast
oh no no, ain’t no hype beast
like hard to believe, i got hi-c
said he want me to fall off, it’s unlikely
she act like a b-tch, she say she a pisces
so she blame everything that she do on that
everything that i do, unmatched
yeah, he sent me his song, it’s wack
i’m runnin’ the town like i’m runnin’ in track
i get me a pack
i hop in the coupe, the interior black
i been runnin’ it up, no i never subtract
i cop the g-fazo, i still got the tag
yeah, can’t trust no one, don’t need new friends
like, i need medicine
she say my music heaven sent
my money, it never end
yeah, and my money don’t end
pull up and sh-t, wit’ like two of my fans
stack it up, yeah, i got crazy lil’ bands
me and my bitty, we go to the plan
me and my gang, yeah we up in this sh-t
we in a demon, we pull up with sticks
yeah, i got like five ways that i’m hittin’ this sh-t
me and my bitty, we gettin’ real lit
huh, how i talk
how i pull up, how i walk
this the same lil’ sh-t, like curtis
you know me, i up my stock (i up my stock)
{chorus: james jaay & yaya chronicles]
yeah, huh, yeah
they talkin’ to me i can’t listen to that
bad little bitty, i run it right back
yeah, you talkin’ that sh-t, and it’s soundin’ like cap
i’m in a new state, wit’ only ten max
i cannot relate, my b-tch she got cake
get hit with a tac, get hit it the face
i feel like i’m tay-k, how i do the race
we run through his crib, and we don’t leave a trace
she wanna pull up, there’s a time and a place
i’m tryna go crazy, i ain’t off a xanny
i talk wit’ a slur, and they can’t understand me
just give me a year, imma cop me a grammy
i get to the money, they callin’ me fancy
yeah, i got her in the backseat
we gon’ pull up in a taxi
you know me, how i’m stayin’ so classy
and my eyes, yeah they red, like itachi

- james jaay

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