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tay b - till my last breath lyrics

[verse 1]
lot of motherf+ckers mad, i’ma make ’em madder
hit from the back, spit in her mouth, i ain’t got no manners
with a fine b+tch courtside, never in the rafters
you got my old b+tch, i ain’t trippin’, i already had her
left a bad b+tch, i ended up with one badder
left a thick b+tch, i ended up with one thicker
b+tch swear she ain’t want me, ended up bitter
every time i went broke, i ended up richer
young as h+ll, pops did ten on the chest
i ain’t cry about it, sh+t, i had to fend for myself
i stopped checkin’ for the hoes, now i got m’s on the check
baby mama in a brand+new benz just to flex, hmm
young as h+ll jet+skiin’, now we flyin’ jets
that car you ridin’ way too cheap, i can’t drive that
i pop out with a low+key b+tch like, “where you find that?”
i’ll drink your bathwater with your fine ass
she got me tatted on her body like i signed that
i was eighteen with bond sellin’ dime bags
now it’s european whips when i drive past
boy, stop actin’ like you rich with your lyin’ ass

[chorus]
i’ma always play to win ’til my last breath
happy in my own skin ’til my last breath
i’ma take care of my kids ’til my last breath
real n+gga ’til the end, ’til my last breath
i’ma always play to win ’til my last breath
happy in my own skin ’til my last breath
i’ma take care of my kids ’til my last breath
real n+gga ’til the end, ’til my last breath
[verse 2]
i don’t wanna date at all, let’s just have s+x
let me hit you from the back while i grab neck
all for one, one for all, n+gga, ask steph
i’ma stay ten toes ’til my last step
you become a boss from how you overcome sh+t
playin’ with my chicken, you gon’ see a drumstick
straight drop, fetty wap, you can’t touch this
ain’t wearin’ gloves or no mask, you on dumb sh+t
baby, i get dumb bread, baby give me dumb head
highrise in buckhead, make bread, tuck bread
yeah, i got ’em for the twenty+three, call me jumpman
hit a p+ssy with the 23, make him krump dance
i stay a whole hour from the city, sh+t, i’m tucked in
i got a lot of cousins and brothers, i’m like f+ck friends
i really put in real grind, how it’s luck then?
we used to hit n+ggas’ cribs just like bruh man

- tay b lyrics

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