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tay b - stupid rappers lyrics

[intro: biggie smalls]
that’s real you know, i ain’t exaggerating at all
the more money you make the more problems you get
and jealousy and envy is, is something that comes with the territory man
a lot of people with this negative energy, like my man puff say..
” it just surrounds you”

[verse 1: tay b]
all facts lil’ n-gga huh
aye, my b-tch a church girl so her shoes christian
focused on beefin’ man n-ggas really act like children
i focus on money b-tch, big difference
you showed yo true colors, n-gga keep yo distance
used to get rooms at the westin, still keep my smith and- huh
now its five star residential
yea, five star dinners, five star women
workers work hard like they get paid off commission
turn a one into a three like a mathematician
don’t need no n-ggas, yea it ain’t no mo’ additions
these n-ggas snitches, they be giving out the whole description
so i won’t let n0body get close to see how im livin’
yea when you had that money, you ain’t save none
im the one that looked out when n-ggas changed up
thinkin’ to my self , like i should’ve been had his brains busted
n-ggas was on lame stuff, i ain’t the same one
huh, when you ain’t got sh-t to give ’em huh
yea n-ggas tend to get so forgetful huh
tryna’ get with my dawgs in this kennel huh?
you ain’t even got the right credentials huh
i got work, just make sure you bring utensils huh
bad smart b-tch she got potential huh?

[hook: tay b]
imma buy you diamonds we gon’ switch the climate
yea you ain’t got no m’s, n-gga you can’t sign me
yea i got two twins and you know they siamese huh
yea
(x2)

[verse 2: tay b]
yea, g wagon lights look like.. huh
yea, g wagon lights look like they blinkin’
little n-gga, i be with the demons
lookin’ at my chain, what the f-ck you thinkin’ ?
huh, a king is how they f-cking treat me
yea, im about my franklins, my b-tch name aretha
i was searchin’ for the keys, i had to call alicia
yea, they copy my work i should be a teacher
its some sh-t you ain’t taught yo b-tch that imma teach her
god take away my bad vibes, and all my leachers
yea they doubted me at first, i made them believers
yea, let you chase these hoes, while i chase these chips
you need to stop hitting the road, cause it ain’t making sense (cents)
cause every time yo -ss get home, boy you ain’t got sh-t
f-ck you got going on, what you making cents?
what you stackin’ for some fendi, stackin’ for a bentley?
what you stackin’ for a chain, stacking for a semi?
to me it look like yo -ss stackin’ for some wendy’s
huh, had to get rich my lifestyle was philthy
had to get rich my lifestyle was philthy

[outro: biggie smalls]
don’t be a stupid rapper
have somebody else tell them what to do
whatever you gon’ do, do it for a reason
don’t be a fool and do it because somebody else is doing it
i wanted to get in the game and get the big house, and the cars, with the pool and i wanted to do all that
that’s one of the bad things about the game, when you get large even yo friends will turn against you man

- tay b lyrics

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