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sophomorenoir – out the bay lyrics

[intro]
(key kelly, you made this?)

[chorus]
(yeah)
i’m in this b+tch, i’m lit
can’t wait till the pay+day hit
b+tch, i’m steppin’ out, i’m throwin’ a fit
she want me for clout, that’s what she won’t get
go double my cup, boy, i’m sippin’ your rent
won’t get a dollar out me, not a cent
look, my neck, boy it’s cold, it’s brick
i can’t fold for no hoe, for no b+tch (yeah)

i’m just tryna get out of the bay
i don’t f+ck with these kids, they some lames
this sh+t happens, it’s gon’ be ok
she get freaky, she go both +
she get freaky, she go both ways
and lil b+tch i’m outside with that drake
my boy got that big b+tch, it go bang
and we got that stick, b+tch, in the range

[verse]
yeah it’s a good day, i walked out the bank
they tryna play, but this sh+t not a game
yeah, i want the money, i said f+ck the fame
yeah, i’m all bout the hunnids’, no, i’ll never change
i cop off the plug, told him keep the change
i feel like mr. clean, hit a stain
they tryna get the best of me, but they can’t
yeah, they tryna get the recipe, but they can’t
no they can’t, can’t, can’t (no they can’t) (uh)
i hop out the benz, i hop out the rove’
she givin’ that head, she givin’ that throat
i’m f+ckin’ her friends, keep it on the low
lil boy you a fed, gon’ talk to the po’
my boy leave you dead, he ride round’ with that pole
they think this sh+t is a game, but you know i ain’t playin, you know i be doing the most
no love for no hoe, take flights across the globe
i put that on bro, i’m hittin’ it home
he playin’ games, we send shots to his dome
my new b+tch she bad, bad to the bone
last b+tch went out sad, callin’ my phone
yeah, all my b+tches mad at me, man, this sh+t is so sad to see
i get the money so casually
it ain’t n0body that’s passin’ me, feelin’ myself and she gassin’ me
my bro just told me to pass the beam
that b+tch was gettin’ the last of me
[chorus]
(yeah)
i’m in this b+tch, i’m lit
can’t wait till the pay+day hit
b+tch, i’m steppin’ out, i’m throwin’ a fit
she want me for clout, that’s what she won’t get
go double my cup, boy, i’m sippin’ your rent
won’t get a dollar out me, not a cent
look, my neck, boy it’s cold, it’s brick
i can’t fold for no hoe, for no b+tch (yeah)

- sophomorenoir lyrics

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