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Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Yeah, Tay Keith made this beat this some Michigan shit Kidnap my opps and his sons, and I pissed on his kids My-my brother got broke don't got no shame he had hit him a lick He said, "fuck rap" so for Christmas, I bought him a brick My mama mad at me, she said that I'm fueling his fire We better off hand to handin' dope, we ain't clockin' no hours Fat hustlin' nigga, buy a fish and I'm selling him water Dope game for dummies, he buyin' whip but he thinking it's powder It's a shame the way they treated me in Balenciaga Came in the store to spend my earned Black dollars Got the nerve to ask me and my bitches we fuckin' swipin' From now on I'm not shopping where there's no Blacks not hired So it's back to Walmart swimming trunk copping It's summertime, they fresh as fuck and they six dollars My bills on my clothes cheap, bitch I piss profit But if I see that worker off the clock, I might spit on them She take my soul when she bite it, she got a lion's jaw My momma found my pint of yellow lean, ma that's Pinesol This shit gotta be in you, not on you, niggas buyin' sauce We don't trust runners, ship my package, that's a flying dog Make a rat hoe feel like a queen, that's what scrubs do Seeing they position, make 'em feel like they above you You ain't get money, bad bitches won't even hug you Inshallah, it's Ramadan, fat niggas need love too Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up This bitch moaning extra loud 'cause she really feel it Smokin' on big Khalifa kush, this ain't no Billy Kimber Haven't spoke to plug since I blew up, but I'm still a member I lose a hundred pounds, I'm gonna be built just like Wendy Williams (The Lunch Crew Company) Unless I lift some weights Rappin' don't work, it's back to trappin' just a brick away I brought my brother on tour to see some different days He told me, "if anybody try to harm you, I'ma lift this K" Hold on cuz, wait, wait, wait, that's why we got security I thought prison got this nigga straight, but I can see it clearly Got this one bitch who wanna suck it, man she super eerie All the swimming trucks pullin' hoes, didn't have to rock Amiri Wahaha, my life has been a blast Dubbed my bitch today, her pussy good, it keep me comin' fast I got goals of eating donuts off Tika Sumpter's Ass I hit her with this pickle, pickley, I think I'm Bubble Bass
Writer(s): Vas Coleman, Tyree Thomas, Brytavioius Chambers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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