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tay b – we ain’t even كلمات اغاني

[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

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