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tay b – half on the food lyrics

(intro)
[coach me joey]
yeah
[my n+gga lee i think we got another one]
i do this… i do this sh+t for fun by the way
i can see this sh+t clear now
the one by the way! 2020 vision
yeah
yeah

(verse 1 + babyface ray)
yeah, they trynna get me
ace of spades, me and tay went from 50
imma buy the whole flow, try to fill it up with b+tches
first round i want a tray, give me her i wanna hit her
i got a text last night, “i’m proud of you”, this prada denim
got it on me and it’s in me, money on me and it’s in me
i wanna f+ck her, so i put the b+tch in fendi
n+gga say he want a … he can meet me right by denny
that’s for baking soda snoop, white bag inside thе coupe
i need a truck for the kitties, i’vе been thinking rover too
n+ggas say a lot of … but we really know the truth
i ain’t worried ‘bout sh+t, ‘cause i really know the truth
aye, dawg sh+t records, iced up records
20 on my neck, 30 on my left, thank you for the blessings
codeine crazy, f+ck around and missed breakfast
hundred in the ‘rrari, f+ck around and missed the exit, n+gga
(verse 2 + g.t.)
youngin’ and reckless
30 on the presi, 30 on the necklace
young n+gga stressin’, hand some more pressure
we sell it straight, y’all recompress it
they just hit the d, cash straight from texas, plug just blessing
lil n+ggas need to stop it, you got lil pockets
i got louis v bags, ‘cause it can’t fit in the pocket
got out my louis v kicks, cost me twelve hundred to pop it
i got blue hundreds on me, cup purple like [?]
n+gga the whole crew on, you just countin’ ray pockets
before i wrote a song, i learned how to straight drop it
ninety days in the spot, i know how to make profit
bro don’t call a n+gga phone, n+gga if you ain’t coppin’

(verse 3 + tay b)
yeah, put a red dial on his nose, that’s what i do to clown
it’s to much dawg sh+t, so now i watch how i move around
f+cked every bad b+tch in the city, i f+cked [?]‘s now
two years from now, they gon’ be doing the sh+t i’m doing now
i got the trap looking like the carter, call me lucci now
your birdman, that’s my, call me tunechi now
my b+tch don’t rap it, she bussed down, called her cuban doll
i got the head, b+tch bye, call her uber now
i got white, i got orange, i got blue and brown
put a n+gga on fox like he cleveland brown
they ain’t wanna see me up, they wanna see me down
i’m rich forever, they d+ck suckin’ when they see me now
and n+gga where was you, when i ain’t have sh+t to lose
when i ain’t have that much to wear, when i ain’t have that many shoes
don’t give a f+ck what n+ggas think, ‘cause i don’t have sh+t to prove
me and face ain’t f+cked up, but we go half on the food n+gga
yeah.. me and face ain’t f+cked up but we go half on the food n+gga
huh, yeah.. me and g ain’t f+cked up but we go half on the food

- tay b lyrics

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