
what the tag for - saiah woes, southside & 808 mafia lyrics lyrics
[intro: saiah woes]
ayy, yeah, ayy, uh
slatt, slatt, slatty, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
ayy, nah, for real, n+gga, mhm
ayy, yeah, whole lot of what? b+tch
[chorus: saiah woes]
i got hunnids in the dashboard
i’m gettin’ fried just like max lord (ayy)
she’s a sl+t, she’s her dad’s wh0re
i got sl+ts, that’s what the bag for
whole lot of, yeah, that’s what the tag for
ayy, i’m lit, yeah, that’s why they mad
since a jit, we been havin’ a bag
matter fact, could put her on my tab
usher in this b+tch, she got it bad (she got it bad)
like the plumber in this b+tch, i show my ass (yeah, show my ass, n+gga)
[verse: saiah woes]
[supreme+wearin’ band?], i’m gon’ marry your b+tch
let’s try the other hand, you ever been slapped like this? (b+tch)
let’s try thе other xan’, you ever been high likе this? (ayy)
i ain’t had no other plan, i get rich like this, on god, n+gga (nah, for real, n+gga)
you see the building got my name on it (ayy)
you see the label got a chain on it (it got a chain on it, yeah)
i don’t give a f+ck about the fame comin’ (ayy)
i got b+tches in the range comin’ (ayy, yeah)
she get naked, then just throw it on me
i ain’t trippin’, b+tch, i’m vibin’
i ain’t bangin’, b+tch, we mobbin’ (mobbin’)
i got ten in these robin’s
this b+tch playin’, this b+tch childish (childish)
i feel like cannon, mtv, b+tch, i’m wildin’ (b+tch, i’m wildin’)
i mix louis with the other sh+t
i put gucci on my other b+tch
it’s a hunnid on my other wrist
n+ggas p+ssy, they don’t slide for sh+t
we smoked they clique and now they don’t exist (fft)
i make a n+gga hit the pause b+tton (ayy)
fake [?] (ayy)
you spent that ten and you a [?]
you gon’ buy it, then they all gon’ buy it
just like a g, we move in silence
different watch, but it’s a different timin’
[bridge: saiah woes]
sound like [?], this b+tch so excited (so excited)
sellin’ drugs, we don’t do the violence (nah)
where is woes? n+ggas cannot find me (cannot find me)
we upped the score, i just bought an island (ayy)
woes the pres’, i might drop the climate
[chorus: saiah woes]
i got hunnids in the dashboard
i’m gettin’ fried just like max lord (ayy)
she’s a sl+t, she’s her dad’s wh0re
i got sl+ts, that’s what the bag for
whole lot of, yeah, that’s what the tag for
ayy, i’m lit, yeah, that’s why they mad
since a jit, we been havin’ a bag
matter fact, could put her on my tab
usher in this b+tch, she got it bad (she got it bad)
like the plumber in this b+tch, i show my ass (yeah, show my ass, n+gga)
[outro: saiah woes]
ayy
b+tch
ayy
n+gga, h+ll nah, for real, n+gga, ayy
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