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zaybang & allstar jr - d to the bay lyrics

[intro: allstar jr & zaybang]
let’s get away (ha)
from the d to the bay
(drinkjuice)
phew

[verse 1: zaybang & allstar jr]
look, jumpin’ out that double m, this ain’t no hummer truck
a play for sixty, i could show you how to run it up
hate on your friend, that’s a way to get your sister f+cked (phew)
say he gon’ take somethin’ from me, tell him test his luck (his life)

[verse 2: allstar jr]
ayy, the lamborghini, it got wings like a hawk (brr)
bust my sleeve, f+ck the law, b+tch, believe what you saw (did you see a lie?)
ten thousand beans and some lean for my cough
i’ll park this b+tch here and throw some cheese out the car (i’ll throw the f+ckin’ money)

[verse 3: zaybang & allstar jr]
aces, ayy, blow it in the b+tch facе (phew)
it’s some quagen in my cup and wе get it by the case
50k for a watch, i ain’t even bust the face (i ain’t even do it, n+gga)
and i’m with the switcheroo, i did the cartier today

[verse 4: allstar jr]
she like, “you know i love that check,” i got nike on me, boo (it’s here)
all this dog sh+t i carry, should have diaper on me too
like the f+ckin’ back of trucks, tonight ain’t ridin’ in the coupe
i told that b+tch to hit mia like it’s a sniper on the roof
[verse 5: zaybang & allstar jr]
ayy, i told my brother, “hit my phone if it’s some money on the floor”
b+tch, the curtains in the benz match the carpet on the floor
it’s forty thousand in my pocket, don’t it hurt you to be broke? (i know you devastated)
i just sold sixty p’s but like twenty of them show (shew)

[verse 6: allstar jr]
presi’ blasted, ap blasted, other ap, kept it classic
caught her, i was flexin’, flashin’, now she in my ap blastin’ (woo)
see your face, i’m laughin’, i can spend that pape’ on crashin’ (baow)
ain’t no faith, you capping, n+ggas finished, check the casket

[verse 7: zaybang & allstar jr]
we really having and sh+t, don’t make me mad in this b+tch (it’s a row)
three of wock’, three of tris, i might crash off of six (i’ll do anything in this car)
i’d hate to be the opps, they just image this sh+t
even though my n+ggas rap, we still will crash in this b+tch (why not?)

[verse 8: allstar jr]
we shoot the move in his house, we sellin’ juice in this house (you wan’ be here, don’t you?)
got these b+tches in here scr+pin’ like it’s zuse in the house (don’t bring my family)
i ain’t no spittin’ in no b+tch, i dropped a deuce in her mouth
need to chop it up with ghazi, how to move this account (man, i’ll switch this sh+t up, see)

[outro: allstar jr]
bag life

- zaybang allstar jr lyrics

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