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tay b - rap nigga كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
hmm, yeah, huh

[verse 1]
wanna live a rich life, join my world then (join my world then)
i’m just lookin’ for a nut, i’m a squirrel then (i’m a squirrel then)
i got d_ck all in her throat, make her ‘url, then (on my mama)
she don’t like her hair straight, get it curled then (hmm)
i got liquor poured, backwoods pearled then (hmm)
bad b_tch an ap, that’s my girlfriend
drunk as h_ll, might spend a hundred bands on some pearls then (that’s crazy)
too many n_ggas in my section, let some girls in (let some girls in)
baby girl p_ssy too tight, i had to twirl in
i’ll take a cold b_tch on a trip out to berlin (out to berlin)
if she ain’t a fine b_tch, she is not mine (not mine)
if you see her out with me, she is not with me (naw, for real)
i don’t do too much in public, that’s not so p (mm_mm)
i got the head, but i ain’t f_cked, the job not complete (mhm)
i’m just gettin’ to these chips like nacho cheese (on god)
why you postin’ dog money? that’s not your cheese (on god)

[chorus]
rap n_gga, but i’m coppin’ a few (few)
i can really tell these n_ggas not in the loop (not in the loop)
we can really see who do it, now i got the juice (now i got the juice)
we shoppin’ for bags, we ain’t shoppin’ for shoes
yeah, i’m drivin’ lam’ truck, i got tired of the coupe (skrrt)
like my chain hit the floor, i’m just droppin’ some jewels
it’s a four up in my soda, i’m not droppin’ no deuce
i be thuggin’ with my cousins when i’m not in the booth (hmm)
[verse 2]
huh, this a gucci polo, this is not no abercrombie (abercrombie)
i know what’s up with me, f_ck what n_ggas sayin’ ’bout me (on my mama)
real stones in my watch, not no lab diamonds (on my mama)
i hit his b_tch, he found out, i know he mad probably (on the yeah side)
just took a loss of fifty bands, i had to laugh ’bout it (on the yeah side)
tender man let that p_ssy run him, he’ll crash ’bout it (lame)
i was havin’ bad hoes before i had dollars (swear)
could care less about a b_tch, jayla and jams got me (i swear)
f_ck a n_gga on the street, i got five blood brothers
you cannot shine with me, you did not thug with us
zoo gon’ stay in amiri jeans ’cause he was rockin’ fugs with us
ain’t talkin’ ’bout no dollar bills when i say we got slugs with us (n_gga)

[chorus]
rap n_gga, but i’m coppin’ a few
i can really tell these n_ggas not in the loop
we can really see who do it, now i got the juice
we shoppin’ for bags, we ain’t shoppin’ for shoes
yeah, i’m drivin’ lam’ truck, i got tired of the coupe
like my chain hit the floor, i’m just droppin’ some jewels
it’s a four up in my soda, i’m not droppin’ no deuce
i be thuggin’ with my cousins when i’m not in the booth

- tay b

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