letra de duh - tay b
[intro]
huh
phew, huh, yeah
all facts, yeah, n-gga, mm-mm, mm-mm, huh
you know what the f-ck goin’ on, mm, yeah
[verse 1]
yeah, bad b-tches love me, huh, broke n-ggas envy me
i should drink a red bull ’cause i ain’t got the energy
they should nickname me dr. evil, you my mini me
i know i hit your b-tch, but how the f-ck that make us enemies?
plain jane on, diamonds on my neck, it’s clarity
no, i am not stingy, i got two b-tches sharin’ me
send the lil’ bros to houston, get the gas from lil jairmy
had to buy the b-tch a bag, ’cause what she wearin’ gon’ embarrass me
i sl-t her out, you married her
i’m only rockin’ karats
if my watch ain’t comin’ with the box and papers, i can’t wear it
my diamonds comin straight from my icebox, you went to jerry
i really came up off movin’ bud like i’m terrance, huh
[chorus]
do you got your bl!ck? duh
“tay, is you rich?” duh
two b-tches with me, one fatigued and one thick, duh
“tay, is you gon’ take ’em on a chase if you get fl!cked?” duh
why this n-gga tryna beef with me? i hit his b-tch, duh (mm-mm)
[verse 2]
n-gga, i’m a real boss hog, just like swim thug
i ran it up in cleveland off the browns like i’m nick chubb, huh
you can never lil’ bro me, call me big cuz, huh
these not no f-ckin’ vans, these the rick ones
and it’s all facts, you know them boys can’t be f-cked with
seven thousand for my jeans, remember wearin’ truck fit
i’m still icy while i’m dull, though i don’t ever touch sh-t
my closest friend did me slimy, i can’t never trust sh-t
don’t let these rappers lie to y’all
phew, phew, then i’m drivin’ off
he survived the headshot, get that boy some tylenol
i ain’t gon lie, this b-tch is way too bad, i took the condom off
these internet thugs be playin’ hard, these n-ggas cotton soft
me and baby bust on m’s, it ain’t no point in signin’ y’all
these rap n-ggas real iffy, i ain’t tryna rhyme with y’all
how the f-ck you freeze up with yo’ bl!ck? i can’t ride with y’all
two hundred thousand on my wrist and the timin’ off
[refrain]
did i hit your b-tch? duh
did she suck my d-ck? duh
yeah, she got a nice lil’ body, pretty lips, duh
see a n-gga and i don’t like him, floom, floom, r.i.p cuz
took a pretty b-tch shoppin’, f-cked around and spent a dub
i’m gettin’ to a bag, duh
you goin’ out sad, duh
i’m number one now, you know i started off at last, duh
if you see him hidin’ in the house, i’m on his ass, duh
i can do this sh-t myself and i got n-ggas that’ll crash, duh
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