
tayo8k - back 2 the basics lyrics
f_cking this hoe two times and the b_tch dont know
ima go
she wanna hang and f_ck but i brought a bag i said no
rock these buffs, i make it snow
cartiers, i’m rocking gold
i got so many hoes
i’m in a bnb with my bros
ap skelly on me sh_t froze
i bust out the choppa, he want smoke
i’m in an amg, i’m gon go
f_ck it we try a different flow
diamonds on my wrist, sh_t gon glow
man f_ck these hoes
sippin codeine, b_tch i’m on the road
like tayk, murder she wrote
like these b_tches, they ain’t on nun
car smell like weed, smell like skunk
i’m chasing the money i’m going on a hunt
rock designer balmains
and i wear fits with еvery chain
f_ck a red, we rock plain janе
ain’t got a stick he get beat with the cane
my heart so sore, it finna rain
my heart so hurt you gon feel my pain
she got a man, but she ain’t my main
this codeine keep f_cking up my brain
i found a good reason to live
and i’m doing my own sh_t
remember the cold nights with them gl!cks
and im in awe
and im praying to god
(i’m chasing the bag and i’m just tryna make it)
(they say i’m a fake, and they said they made me)
(thats my b_tch and she had my baby)
(like why?)
i’m finna suit up i’m in disguise
working so hard like i work in the mines
i’m making some poetry, i’m finna rhyme
mess with the gang, and you gon die
i’m f_cking her good i’m breaking her spine
(i’m f_cking her good i’m breaking her spine)
(hey)
(hey)
f_cking this hoe two times and the b_tch dont know
ima go
she wanna hang and f_ck but i brought a bag i said no
rock these buffs, i make it snow
cartiers, i’m rocking gold
i got so many hoes
i’m in a bnb with my bros
ap skelly on me sh_t froze
i bust out the choppa, he want smoke
i’m in an amg, i’m gon go
f_ck it, we try a different flow
diamonds on my wrist, sh_t gon glow
man f_ck these hoes
sippin codeine, b_tch i’m on the road
like tayk, murder she wrote
like these b_tches, they ain’t on nun
car smell like weed, smell like skunk
i’m chasing the money im going on a hunt
scam my way out the business
b_tch i cannot pretend
i’m finna rack all these m’s
sippin that wock with a glock in my hand
pour up the codeine, wait til it end
i do drugs and it f_ck up my head
do this sh_t everyday for the bread
i get all a’s like i’m fred
might get box braids, or i might get dreads
hey
yea yea
(might get dreads)
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