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bak jay - f what you heard lyrics

[intro: bak jay]
your girl was f+ckin’ me first
b+tch, f+cked me first
ayy

[chorus: bak jay]
ayy, the b+tch that you loved was lovin’ me first (lovin’ me first)
know that i’m him, don’t care what you heard (what you heard)
shut the f+ck up ‘fore you get on my nerves
i just dropped a ten, leave a opp on the curb (opp on the curb)
heard he a rat, i got that from a bird
the five in the ‘wood, dead opps, i serve
ain’t it about money, i never care
he claimin’ he gangster, grew up suburban
ho got ass, please, don’t stop twerkin’ (don’t stop twerkin’)
checks ain’t good, can’t buy you a birkin (buy you a birkin)
i tеll lil’ bro “grab the wheel ’cause i ain’t tryna drive”, thе draco, the chop’, i’m workin’ (baow, baow)
i’m tryna spin on the block, start lettin’ off shots ’til they dumbass stop that lurkin’
all you heard was dumpin’, hit a n+gga for certain
wanna hide in the house, finna shoot through the curtains

[verse 1: bak jay & bloodhound q50]
no, i ain’t flexin’, i like to come trim
big brother reckless, he ain’t one of them (ain’t one of them)
i tell my ho to get naked, she look like some bacon, eat it up, take off them skims
know it’s two hunnid the dash, i be drivin’ too fast, d+mn near f+cked up my rim (skrrt, skrrt)
he can talk on the net, in person, better not see him
we walk in the club, you better not id him
ho get on my nerves, she cannot be my bm
you gon’ be surprised who all up in my dm’s
bro droppin’ the five so you know i slide with three ‘nem
hop out with them chops, hit him all in his limbs
all blue hunnids, real rubberbands
i don’t f+ck with n+ggas not part of that clan (not part of that clan)
took your ho home, she startin’ [?], like, d+mn, i’m really f+ckin’ a fan (fan)
he can’t come in, i don’t know that n+gga (know that n+gga)
make a wrong move, i’ma blow that n+gga (blrrdt)
i like the switch on the back of the glock, why? all i gotta do is tap that trigger (tap, tap)
man, these broke ass opps ain’t got no money, they lyin’, sh+t, i already figured (already figured)
when i bail out the v, i don’t stop shootin’, bro tellin’ me to chill ’cause i already k!lled ’em (already k!lled ’em)
i really know me a ho and he ain’t diss for a livin’
we walk in the spot, guns out, no slippin’ (guns out)
just start shootin’ if i get that feeling
no playin’ me, boy, you can call me a winner (go)
smokin’ on (shh), he got hit in his head (go)
fellas keep askin’ for money, don’t beg (long live my brother, he prolly k!lled your b+tch+ass brother)
got a free b+tch, like to open her legs
tryna knock out his top, leave his ass with no dreads
[verse 2: bloodhound q50]
give no f+ck who you is, want smoke, come puff
f+ck risky road, hawkem got his sh+t bust
me, jeff, swerv and quis make n+ggas clique up
she know i k!lled her baby daddy and she still let me f+ck
keep 50, the drill, if i want it, it’s took
n+ggas see me in public, don’t do sh+t but look
fifteen+five, what i want for the book
tay and derm arguin’ ’bout who the best cook
five hunnid the zip, if you want it raw not cut
go, only tote glock clips, don’t want a kriss vec’
7.62s f+cked up lil’ [?]
vi like “d+mn, he ain’t slide for me yet?”
he was thinkin’ with his d+ck, that’s how he got caught
forever smoke a leal, why the f+ck he ain’t walk?
ain’t never caught a body, all he wanna do is talk

[chorus: bak jay]
ayy, the b+tch that you loved was lovin’ me first (lovin’ me first)
know that i’m him, don’t care what you heard (what you heard)
shut the f+ck up ‘fore you get on my nerves
i just dropped a ten, leave a opp on the curb (opp on the curb)
heard he a rat, i got that from a bird
the five in the ‘wood, dead opps, i serve
ain’t it about money, i never care
he claimin’ he gangster, grew up suburban
ho got ass, please, don’t stop twerkin’ (stop twerkin’)
checks ain’t good, can’t buy you a birkin (buy you a birkin)
i tell lil’ bro “grab the wheel ’cause i ain’t tryna drive”, the draco, the chop’, i’m workin’ (blrrdt)
i’m tryna spin on the block, start lettin’ off shots ’til they dumbass stop that lurkin’ (stop that lurkin’)
all you heard was dumpin’, hit a n+gga for certain
wanna hide in the house, finna shoot through the curtains (uh)

- bak jay lyrics

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