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letra de giannis - lakeyah

[intro]
(pooh, you a fool for this one)

[chorus: lakeyah]
b-tch, i’m bad off the wake up (wake up)
first b-tch try me, lay her down like a lacefront (yeah)
i be on that boss sh-t, they be takin’ pay cuts (yeah)
me and dolla tight, b-tch (b-tch), i make these n-ggas pay up (pay up)
this rap sh-t a lay up (on god)
yeah, sh-t on b-tches, it don’t take nothin’ (it don’t take nothin’)
yeah, yeah, switch a n-gga, it don’t take nothin’ (it don’t take nothin’)
uh, i add a figure, it don’t take nothin’ (it don’t take nothin’)
this sh-t in me, it don’t take nothin’ (yeah)
this rap sh-t a lay up (yeah, yeah)
[verse 1: lakeyah]
you ain’t rich enough to be my opp, b-tch (opp, b-tch)
uh, last time i checked, you a thot b-tch (you a thot b-tch)
i done flooded the baguette and made the watch drip (yeah, yeah)
know they probaby sayin’ that you bad, but you not, sis’ (but you not)
you ain’t got a check but you pressed, that’s some broke sh-t (that’s some broke sh-t)
i am not the one you wanna test, you ain’t know, sis’ (you ain’t know)
ask somebody ’bout me, they gon’ tell you, i’m on go, sis’ (trained to go)
pipe it down, i’m not the one that you want smoke with (nah)
uh, i like my cars with the engines in the trunk (yeah)
they say i’m the five minus four, i’m the one (i’m the one)
i went and bossed up, now all them hoes don’t owe me nothin’ (sh-t)
and i keep a tech for all them b-tches actin’ dumb (brrt, baow)

[chorus: lakeyah]
b-tch, i’m bad off the wake up (wake up)
first b-tch try me, lay her down like a lacefront (yeah)
i be on that boss sh-t, they be takin’ pay cuts (yeah)
me and dolla tight, b-tch (b-tch), i make these n-ggas pay up (pay up)
this rap sh-t a lay up (on god)
yeah, sh-t on b-tches, it don’t take nothin’ (it don’t take nothin’)
yeah, yeah, switch a n-gga, it don’t take nothin’ (it don’t take nothin’)
uh, i add a figure, it don’t take nothin’ (it don’t take nothin’)
this sh-t in me, it don’t take nothin’ (yeah)
this rap sh-t a lay up (yeah, yeah)
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[verse 2: peezy]
uh, just pour the eighth up (pour the eighth up)
wrist forze, throw my rollie up, ain’t gotta say much (ain’t gotta say sh-t)
hunnid thousand in my pocket, got the bank tucked (got the bank tucked)
heavy bag, dog hit strong like the tank puch (woo)
them b-tches know who really havin’, richest in the city (the city)
rose gold audemars, look like the fifth of remy (d-mn)
put forgiatos on the wraith, twenty-six the bentley (skrrt)
i can’t keep the dog sh-t in my pants, it won’t fit in skinnys (it won’t fit right)
uh, yeah, i got dumb ice (b-tch)
i might buss a b-tch wrist if she f-ck right (haha, haha)
forty pokin’ out my ‘miris, it ain’t tucked right (pop, pop, pop)
brodie took a n-gga whole kicks ’cause he ain’t stunt right (run that sh-t, p-ssy n-gga, for real)

[chorus: lakeyah & peezy]
b-tch, i’m bad off the wake up (wake up)
first b-tch try me, lay her down like a lacefront (yeah, what?)
i be on that boss sh-t, they be takin’ pay cuts (yeah)
me and dolla tight, b-tch (b-tch), i make these n-ggas pay up (pay up)
this rap sh-t a lay up (yeah,on god)
yeah, sh-t on b-tches, it don’t take nothin’ (it don’t take nothin’)
yeah, yeah, switch a n-gga, it don’t take nothin’ (it don’t take nothin’)
uh, i add a figure, it don’t take nothin’ (it don’t take nothin’)
this sh-t in me, it don’t take nothin’ (yeah)
this rap sh-t a lay up (yeah, yeah)
[verse 3: icewear vezzo]
(shh)
this sh-t a lay up, this a easy jumper (easy jumper)
b-tches hittin’ me to lay up when they need some comfort (need some comfort)
fifty thousand dollar plays, just made it at the comfort inn
fifty thousand on my wrist, a n-gga touch it, we gon’ spin
ghetto boyz for the win, b-tch, i pull up in a benz (pull up in a benz)
presidential buss down, got me f-ckin’ on twins (got me f-ckin’ on twins)
all i need in this life full of sin (in this life full of sin)
is my pipe and some m’s (some m’s), in this crazy ass life that we live
real recognize real, that’s why i f-ck with lakeyah (that’s why i f-ck with her)
know some b-tches tougher than these lil’ boys that pretend (lil’ boys that pretend)
know some ogs retired, get a bag once a year (still get a bag)
i’m on they ass ’til they free my n-gga ri out the pen, yeah

[chorus: lakeyah]
b-tch, i’m bad off the wake up
first b-tch try me, lay her down like a lacefront
i be on that boss sh-t, they be takin’ pay cuts (yeah)
me and dolla tight, b-tch (b-tch), i make these n-ggas pay up (pay up)
this rap sh-t a lay up (on god)
yeah, sh-t on b-tches, it don’t take nothin’ (it don’t take nothin’)
yeah, yeah, switch a n-gga, it don’t take nothin’ (it don’t take nothin’)
uh, i add a figure, it don’t take nothin’ (it don’t take nothin’)
this sh-t in me, it don’t take nothin’ (yeah)
this rap sh-t a lay up (yeah, yeah)

- lakeyah

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