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letra de leaked - tay b

[intro: fmb dz]
itrez on the track
(cali sh-t, n-gga, this another one)
another one
another one
tay b
‘nother one, huh

[verse 1: fmb dz]
lil’ baby so loyal, i’ma make sure she good
she take care of my business, drop off bags in the hood
come back, bring me dinner, suck my d-ck, roll my ‘wood
lil’ b-tch, i got pull, bank account stay on full
she a bully in them sheets, put your baby right to sleep
somethin’ crazy on her feet, take a trip to south beach
she got her own, she don’t leech, she’s a b-tch i wanna keep
blow the doors off the jeep, f-ck her ’til her legs weak
keep it low, we discreet, only a few places we meet
she cut you off, she said you cheap, now she wantin’ me and me
your -ss wanted beef with me, you will get shot like g or p
make you say ugh like master p, you will get k!lled f-ckin’ with me, n-gga

[verse 2: tay b]
yeah, she keep on runnin’ back to a real n-gga
she know, know what it is with me
she know i’m the one that can deal with her
yeah, jumped on my sh-t and rode real ign’ant
i’m a mil’ ticket
you had somebody in the past with a lil’ n-gga?
she said i got up all in her and it feel different
my daddy been gone seven years and i’m still winnin’
i probably shed a couple tears, but i’m still a man
you probably hatin’ on the low, but you still a fan
your mans leave a sack around and you be stealin’ grams
chop your f-ckin’ hands off, bet you won’t steal again
lame n-ggas do not deserve bad b-tches
just because you got some cash don’t mean you not a ham, n-gga
hers soft and yours hard, that’s the -ss difference
my girl got money, yours don’t, that’s the cash difference
she got her own rollie, ain’t no n-gga bought her
she got her own hustle, man, ain’t no n-gga taught her
my b-tch is smarter, them other hoes garbage
my plug numbers r-t-rded, don’t give a f-ck what yours charge you, n-gga
with you, the p-ssy be dry, me, i make her melt
i make the p-ssy stretch, you just make her stretch
she playin’ roles with you, she can’t be herself
i’m done with childish hoes, think i need a m.i.l.f.
i f-ck her good sober, i don’t need a pill
these thousands ain’t enough, i think i need a mil’
half on a baby, want my son, that’s just how she feel
but these lil’ n-ggas is my sons, man, let’s keep it real
yeah, old b-tches be on ham sh-t
huh, stalkin’ my page off they friend’s sh-t
heard she tryna be my wife, tryna plan sh-t
but i’ll never love you, let my mans hit
now this b-tch actin’ a trip, why did i give her the d-ck?
now this b-tch actin’ a fool, she don’t know what to do
she gon’ let me f-ck, then run back to you
huh, she keep runnin’ back to you

- tay b

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