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tay b – on some shit like that lyrics

[intro]
hmm
all facts, yeah
(my n+gga lee, i think we got another one)
yep
y’all n+ggas’ll see a n+gga with some money man
call a n+gga big brother, man, n+ggas is d+ck+suckers
n+ggas grown ass d+ck suckers
need to get some sh+t together
yeah
huh

[verse]
yeah, i don’t pay for p+ssy, get asked for the free (for the free)
huh, weak b+tch, please, bad b+tch, meech
i just spent one+fifty, man, this patek clean
huh, to be exact, one+fifty+three (one+fifty+three)
paint a n+gga shirt red from a white tee (that’s crazy)
off+white jordans, i’m a hype beast (that’s crazy)
tell that b+tch i f+cked her friends even though shе might see
this b+tch went and f+cked my man, she just likе me
i been f+cking with that snow, it got me icy
choppin’ up sh+t, i’m just like lee
they like, “tay you steppin’ out in gucci” man, b+tch, i might be
young rich n+gga with a bag so they like me
wonder if i ever go to jail, will they write me?
put my hoes in coco chanel like i’m ice+t
got the best head in my life from a pisces
can’t f+ck a b+tch that’s boring, i like b+tches real triflin’
(hm) hmm
i can’t f+ck a b+tch that’s boring, i like b+tches real triflin’
yeah
i like b+tches real nasty, could give a f+ck if you classy
you ain’t f+ck me in the trap then you can’t f+ck me in the mansion
if you ain’t pull up on ashton, you can’t come to calabasas
it’s ’bout who have it the longest, not who get it the fastest
you f+ck b+tches and love ’em, i f+ck b+tches and pass ’em, yeah (f+ck on)
huh, yeah
on some sh+t like that
i just f+cked her, i ain’t know this was yo’ b+tch like that (d+mn)
that sh+t look good, i ain’t know you was that thick like that (oh d+mn)
what you bought that ass? how it get like that? (how it get like that?)
i buy every b+tch a bag ’cause i’m rich like that
i got friends f+cking friends, yeah, it get like that
yeah, sh+t be fun and games ’til yo’ clique get whacked
you be thinkin’ you the man ’til yo’ b+tch get sn+tched
tellin’ all them gangster stories, man, that sh+t be cap
what n+gga you smacked? what n+gga you clapped?
you be all on the internet, postin’ all subliminal
i hope you know that one day we gon’ run into you
bad b+tch, see+through shirt, titties visible
you puttin’ up with a broke n+gga, living miserable
she got seven b+tches in her clique, yeah, i hit a few
she was calling me her best friend but i hit it too

- tay b lyrics

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