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letra de on some shit like that - tay b

[intro]
hmm
all facts, yeah
(my n-gga lee, i think we got another one)
yep
y’all n-ggas’ll see a n-gga with some money man
call a n-gga big brother, man, n-ggas is d-ck-suckers
n-ggas grown ass d-ck suckers
need to get some sh-t together
yeah
huh

[verse]
yeah, i don’t pay for p-ssy, get asked for the free (for the free)
huh, weak b-tch, please, bad b-tch, meech
i just spent one-fifty, man, this patek clean
huh, to be exact, one-fifty-three (one-fifty-three)
paint a n-gga shirt red from a white tee (that’s crazy)
off-white jordans, i’m a hype beast (that’s crazy)
tell that b-tch i f-cked her friends even though shе might see
this b-tch went and f-cked my man, she just likе me
i been f-cking with that snow, it got me icy
choppin’ up sh-t, i’m just like lee
they like, “tay you steppin’ out in gucci” man, b-tch, i might be
young rich n-gga with a bag so they like me
wonder if i ever go to jail, will they write me?
put my hoes in coco chanel like i’m ice-t
got the best head in my life from a pisces
can’t f-ck a b-tch that’s boring, i like b-tches real triflin’
(hm) hmm
i can’t f-ck a b-tch that’s boring, i like b-tches real triflin’
yeah
i like b-tches real nasty, could give a f-ck if you classy
you ain’t f-ck me in the trap then you can’t f-ck me in the mansion
if you ain’t pull up on ashton, you can’t come to calabasas
it’s ’bout who have it the longest, not who get it the fastest
you f-ck b-tches and love ’em, i f-ck b-tches and pass ’em, yeah (f-ck on)
huh, yeah
on some sh-t like that
i just f-cked her, i ain’t know this was yo’ b-tch like that (d-mn)
that sh-t look good, i ain’t know you was that thick like that (oh d-mn)
what you bought that ass? how it get like that? (how it get like that?)
i buy every b-tch a bag ’cause i’m rich like that
i got friends f-cking friends, yeah, it get like that
yeah, sh-t be fun and games ’til yo’ clique get whacked
you be thinkin’ you the man ’til yo’ b-tch get sn-tched
tellin’ all them gangster stories, man, that sh-t be cap
what n-gga you smacked? what n-gga you clapped?
you be all on the internet, postin’ all subliminal
i hope you know that one day we gon’ run into you
bad b-tch, see-through shirt, titties visible
you puttin’ up with a broke n-gga, living miserable
she got seven b-tches in her clique, yeah, i hit a few
she was calling me her best friend but i hit it too

- tay b

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