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eme tripp – lay up lyrics

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(chorus)
money make a broke n+gga sit down
yea we in da field takin risk now
pack came in gotta get it out
bro say trap til it run out
yea he outside wit his gun out
how we ran it up but u know how
know a couple b+tches wanna f+ck now
nah i can’t lay up wit a bussdown
can u gimmie top when i touchdown
got a bad b+tch come from uptown
and my side b+tch she from cross town
nah i can’t lay up wit a bussdown
nah i can’t lay up wit a bussdown
nah
nah
nah
nah i can’t lay up wit a bussdown
nah i can’t lay up wit a bussdown
(eme tripp verse)
nah i can’t lay up wit a bussdown
i use ta be down but i’m up now
probably why des n+ggas on hush now
i can f+ck dey b+tch when i want now
imma hot n+gga bring da fan out
b+tch u already know what da gang bout
cut some hoes off dey a fan now
all dat fake love finally ran out
gotta keep it solid ion stand down
911 it’s a man down
if we gotta problem we gone crash out
speakin on my name we gone spazz out
pull up to party wit da straps out
give ‘em hеad taps make em tap out
none my n+ggas nеva back down
thought i fell off but i’m back now

(eme byrrd verse)
aye
real n+ggas yea i neva fall off
took da paper route like young dolph
stayed down same gang paid off
n+ggas cl!cking up yea they real soft
pull up white whip inside steak sauce
better get some motion turn da hate off
im da one to showem what revenge bout
when we hit da corner it’s a bl!ck out
gotta keep it quit when them boys round
bullets flip his car like da impound
you loving on that bih she a bussdown
only hit her once she da gangs now

ez mob get this mf lit
all my n+ggas ain’t neva been no b+tch
ran it up it’s just me n lil trip
paid n full he like ace i’m like mitch
it hit different when you come out da sticks
only plan is we know just get rich
passing racks to my dawg like assist
talking wild gettem popped like a cyst
blowin gas so much smoke feel like wiz
got no gaup but you worry bout a b+tch
got no aim so you got you a switch huh
it ain’t sh+t drop a bag get you hit now

(chorus)
money make a broke n+gga sit down
yea we in da field takin risk now
pack came in gotta get it out
bro say trap til it run out
yea he outside wit his gun out
how we ran it up but u know how
know a couple b+tches wanna f+ck now
nah i can’t lay up wit a bussdown
can u gimmie top when i touchdown
got a bad b+tch come from uptown
and my side b+tch she from cross town
nah i can’t lay up wit a bussdown
nah i can’t lay up wit a bussdown
nah
nah
nah
nah i can’t lay up wit a bussdown
nah i can’t lay up wit a bussdown



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