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baby jayy - tired of you lyrics

[verse 1]
she said “baby jayy, baby jayy, i’m so tired of you” (i’m so tired of you)
but that girl will never leave me, ’cause that’s where that money be (what that money be)
i can’t post on my ground, she probly’ f+ck with other dudes (probly’ f+ck with other dudes)
and i can’t never trust a b+tch, because these hoes they love to choose
and if it’s a problem, in this b+tch we mobin’ in this b+tch
fo’nem, glock and choppas and this b+tch get popped up in this b+tch
drippin’ with no stylist, in this b+tch i’m rockin’ in my sh+t
shorty say she love me and she always vibin’ on my sh+t (vibin’ on my sh+t)
now i’m back and poppin’, they like ”bro, what happened? i thought you was stoppin”
ain’t no stoppin’, run up on me, fo’nem, choppa gonna pop you
anyway, b+tch i’m here to stay
what’s what up with my cake? n+ggas hate
bro, we eatin’ b+tch, come get yo’ ass a plate (get yo’ ass a plate)
[bridge]
pull up, pull up, come hang with the gang (with the gang, yah)
and she, f+ckin’ with me, ’cause i’m not no lame (not no lame, yah)
and i know them n+ggas hatin’ when i pop out in the rave
they ain’t really give a f+ck about me, ‘fore i had a name, nah
pull up, pull up, come hang with the gang (with the gang, yah)
and she, f+ckin’ with me, ’cause i’m not no lame (not no lame, yah)
and i know them n+ggas hatin’ when i pop out in the rave
they ain’t really give a f+ck about me, ‘fore i had a name, nah

[verse 2]
man, f+ck them lil’ n+ggas, they be hatin’ on that other sh+t (f+ck them n+ggas)
lately, swear to god, my heart feel like it got no love in it (ain’t no love)
watch my day one n+ggas change on some other sh+t (d+mn)
so i can’t really hang with no, no n+ggas, ain’t trust and sh+t (on my momma)
swear to god, that i got mo’ cheese then a government (i swear to god)
swear to god, i hit the scene, be fresher then a peppermint (i swear to god)
swear to god, i keep the pole and ain’t afraid to stretch some sh+t (brrrah)
i swear to god, that i’m the hottest [?] on gang

[bridge]
pull up, pull up, come hang with the gang (with the gang, yah)
and she, f+ckin’ with me, ’cause i’m not no lame (not no lame, yah)
and i know them n+ggas hatin’ when i pop out in the rave
they ain’t really give a f+ck about me, ‘fore i had a name, nah
pull up, pull up, come hang with the gang (with the gang, yah)
and she, f+ckin’ with me, ’cause i’m not no lame (not no lame, yah)
and i know them n+ggas hatin’ when i pop out in the rave
they ain’t really give a f+ck about me, ‘fore i had a name, nah

- baby jayy lyrics

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