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tay b – we ain’t even lyrics

[intro: tay b]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n+ggas)
huh, huh
hah, yeah
ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse 1: tay b]
these n+ggas prayin’ that i lose, man, they really hopin’
i can tell them n+ggas broke and they ain’t havin’ motion
the b+tch p+ssy tight, i’ma bust it open
put a cuban on my b+tch, it look like she chokin’
f+cked around and hit her raw ’cause the condom broken
my young n+ggas grabbed a switch like they mama told ’em
got a drum and two sticks like i’m rockin’ rollin’
i tried to hit him in his chest, but i hit his colon
yeah, put a n+gga on a sh+t bag
you ain’t never spent 5k on your b+tch bag
pull up to your crib, i got more whips than six flags
gettin’ neck from your b+tch, she f+cked around and got whiplash
that lil’ sh+t up in your stash, man, that’s pocket change
you steady snеak dissin’, n+gga, drop a name
i got too many bustdowns, i’ma cop it plain
i’m like lamar in the club, you can’t stop thе rain
these n+ggas, they just talkin’, man, they cap for real
i talk like i’m that ’cause i’m that for real
man, this sh+t was really hard, i made it look easy
on the ‘gram tryna squash the beef, they look like yeezy
eighty thousand in my ears, i look like peezy
disrespect a n+gga in his face, he look like jeezy
yeah, ar get to singin’ like it’s chris breezy
i’m the catch, don’t give a f+ck if a b+tch leave me
nicknamed her baby money ’cause the b+tch easy
she always askin’ for some sh+t ’cause the b+tch needy
i ain’t gotta eat her p+ssy, let my b+tch eat it
eighty degrees outside and my wrist freezin’
i’m in saint thomas at the ritz eatin’
oh, you want problems? i’ll really have your clique grievin’
get your sh+t pushed back, chill with that reachin’
n+gga was talkin’ too much, now he ain’t breathin’
if a label playin’ with my song, f+ck it, i’ma leak it
i ain’t want his b+tch, but i took her, f+ck it, i’ma keep her
she ain’t know how to suck d+ck, f+ck it, i’ma teach her
i f+cked a b+tch, you f+cked a n+gga, b+tch, we ain’t even
[verse 2: baby money]
yeah, ’cause we send some shots, then got dropped, that’s the top reason
flew her out for the neck, now her flight leaving
done flood the whole hood with snow, got the block freezin’
if you f+ck her with your b+tch, that is not cheatin’
we keep makin’ all this money, it can’t change us
four cubans, all bang, get your chains up
five hundred ‘bows, tsa, got the plane stuffed
if you ain’t callin’ ’bout no pape’, i’ma hang up
n+ggas hot on instagram, drop a lo’
buy a ring every hundred thousand, n+gga, i’m on four
i got beans runnin’ in and out, who tryna hit the road?
the car move by itself, b+tch ain’t never seen a ghost, easy money

- tay b lyrics

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