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letra de just facts - tay b

[intro]
(d-mn, machu, why’d you have to do ’em like that?)
yeah

[verse]
she suckin’ d-ck every night, this b-tch spoilin’ me
this n-gga run off with some pape’, he been avoidin’ me
i only wanna hang around n-ggas who got more than me
i got turnt, then everybody started supportin’ me
hmm
he thirty mil’ up, my old-head just turned forty-three
i see you fell in love with that b-tch, she a wh0re to me
tryna flex with fifty racks, that sh-t poor to me
he ran off with a brick, i got him whacked for a quarter key
think twice ‘fore you think about horsin’ me
i’m 5’9″, it’s only right that i buy the royce for me
hmm, yeah
yeah, i just bought my b-tch twenty bags in thе past year
if i don’t make at least an m, i had a bad yеar
i don’t know what else to buy, i got mad gear
before you try and go and flex, make sure that tab clear
n-gga, come and place your order, i’m a cashier
i ain’t gotta hit the bank, i got cash here
you just got your ass done, bring your ass here
every club that i’m in, i got mag here
i’ll hit the club and throw ten, then i’m walkin’ out
n-ggas sayin’ that it’s up with me, what you talkin’ ’bout?
shoot him dead in his sh-t, he ain’t talkin’ now
n-gga kept sayin’ he a stepper, he ain’t walkin’ now
this an old-school mac-11, i’m at hawkins now
i just f-cked a b-tch so good, now she stalkin’ now
hmm
if it ain’t about no pape’, i ain’t poppin’ out
all my n-ggas love work, we ain’t droppin’ out
we gon’ take this sh-t to trial, we ain’t coppin’ out
they just gave lil’ cuz two years, go’n and knock it out
you an internet thug, this what clout about
caught a n-gga on the rebound and i boxed him out
man, tell me why this p-ssy so good, i need answers
no wonder why she keep her p-ssy bald, she a cancer
bust on her face, she cleaned it up, she got manners
do you got a man? baby, it don’t even matter
i ain’t got a wife right now, i’m livin’ as a bachelor
i got legal pape’, i bought a rollie out of tappers
hmm
yeah, they like, “tay, you think you the sh-t,” b-tch, i know it
i don’t like to talk about that sh-t, i just show it
all i gotta do is look at a b-tch, then she going
you won’t never catch me measurin’ no drank, i just pour it
drink my cup, then i beat a b-tch down, now i’m snoring
bl!ck on me, then the hook get behind me, now i’m flooring
when i pass the ball to you, better make sure you score it
i can’t even be around this b-tch too long ’cause she boring
[outro]
yeah, they like, “tay, you think you the sh-t,” b-tch, i know it
i don’t like to talk about that sh-t, i just show it
(d-mn, machu, why’d you have to do ’em like that?)

- tay b

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