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luh tyler – can’t even name dis lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, n+gga
balling like the nba, know i’m with the lakers
ya b+tch, n+gga, i might take her
yeah, n+gga
n+gga, yeah

[chorus]
balling like the nba, know i’m with the lakers
if i see you with your b+tch, n+gga
i might take her
this hoe actin’ like a fan, so i gotta shake her
and we smokin’ good gas, coming from jamaica
if it ain’t about that money, i’ma see you later
know i’m pushing heavy p, n+gga
i’m a player
if you a real n+gga, all that hate and sh+t won’t faze you
man i got these n+gga shocked, think i got a taser

[verse]
we don’t see no stop signs, n+gga, we ain’t stoppin
bad b+tch, she got braces and them lips poppin’
n+ggas tryna ride my wave, n+ggas, steady jockin’
when we gеt up on the stage, we gon’ gеt to rockin’
make your b+tch lose her mind, yeah, i got her brainless
finna pull up to the spot, know that’s where the gang is
b+tch, i’m a dog off the leash, n+gga, you can’t tame this
smokin’ on exotic gas, you can’t even name this
if you with me then we locked in, no you can’t lane switch
n+ggas hatin’ on me, talking down, they on that lame sh+t
pop out on the scene, i’m with the guys, we on that gang sh+t
all my n+ggas havin’ motion yeah, we on the same sh+t
all my n+ggas havin’ motion yeah, we tryna get a bag
rich n+ggas in the front, the broke n+ggas in the back
know i pull up in a coupe, n+gga, swervin’ in a jet
know i got them racks on me, n+gga, make my pants sag
n+ggas talking down, hating on me
n+gga, who is you?
i just ran it up and dropped your paycheck on my tooth
they like “d+mn that n+gga snappin’ man, that n+gga he the truth”
luh tyler headed to the top, you know it’s time to raise the roof
i might take a n+gga b+tch and turn her to my side hoe
know i like my b+tches short, this lil’ b+tch right here 5’4″
pull up and i get the cheese, then i gotta slide bro
n+gga smokin’ on that gas, you smokin’ black & white bro
i’ve been f+ckin’ with yo’ b+tch and you ain’t even have a clue
luh tyler snappin’ in this rap, that n+gga came up out the blue
man, them n+gga f+ck around and they done put me in the stu’
they like “d+mn, this n+gga hard! n+gga i already knew”
n+gga, i ain’t tryna talk, i’m tryna get to where that bag at
smokin’ on exotic gas, n+gga, i can’t even pass that
man these n+gga see i’m blowin’ up, i bet they havin’ flashbacks
it’s a bad, slim, thick b+tch
i told her “throw that ass back”
it’s a bad, slim, thick b+tch
i told her “make it shake”
in the booth with dark shades on, i feel like johnny cage
we should get to actin’ out, i gotta put her in her place
i won’t buy the b+tch a ring, but i might buy that hoe a lace
[outro]
yeah, n+gga
yeah
n+gga, yeah
phew, phew
ski

- luh tyler lyrics

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