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head up - austray lyrics

{chorus: austray}
call my boy ian yea he’ll figure it out
yo girl can’t call you she got my d*ck in her mouth
ya b*tch a bop her p*ssy an in and out
busta’s just do anything for some clout

{verse 1: austray}
hide my money in the bathroom call it toilet paper
i’m at the center balling so hard, i could be a laker
don’t need no gold digging b*tch yea i’m not yo savior
hustling for the funds so i can get me an acre
b*tch said vanilla is her favourite flavour
now that b*tch p*ssing me off yea i told her later
got this bread b*tch but i ain’t no baker
white girls love my swag, i’m my own tailor

{chorus: austray}
call my boy ian yea he’ll figure it out
yo girl can’t call, she got my d*ck in her mouth
ya b*tch a bop her p*ssy an in and out
busta’s just do anything for some clout
call my boy ian yea he’ll figure it out
yo girl can’t call, she got my d*ck in her mouth
ya b*tch a bop her p*ssy an in and out
busta’s just do anything for some clout
{verse 2: txk0}
uh, for some clout, they gon’ do it for some fans
show me disrespect lil n*gga, promise we can run the hands
tryna step to me i bet the ground is where yo body land
keep on tryna talk i bet the glock make you shut up again
it’s big t up on this b*tch, catch a flow i never miss
n*gga get to talkin sh*t, he gon’ end up with a lisp
you don’t wanna see me with yo hoe, ima have her bent
444 when we hop in the mix, gotta’ represent
txk0 in the stu’, my n*ggas know that ima f*ckin hybrid
why you talking sh*t then grab a stick like you can hide behind it
yo b*tch thick as sh*t, she grabbing d*ck but i don’t f*cking like it
then she drug me up and get me lit now ima get inside it

{verse 3: tecrxyne}
presidential like obama
shawty blowing me up like osama
i be on the field scoring like soccer
if you move well you get hit like a pinata
yo b*tch stays playing with my hair, she love my rasta
txk0 in the shadows spot the gang we pullup like a popup
d*mn this chopper leave a n*gga moonwalking
pocket stacks and my money do the talking
she wanna f*ck with me cause im popping
they know tecrxyne the n*gga that n*gga’s be stalking
oh that n*gga obsessed, he talking down
leap right on his face like a clown
leave that n*gga boxed like a noun
made it too far we can’t put our head down
{verse 4: austray}
2pac ima keep my head up
four o’clock i get my bread up
i got the cards, i ain’t no betta
ima king, hoe get better
they call me rain, i get hoes wetter
she want a g, b*tch ima letter
wanting attention so she can get fed up
(i’m on my period, shut the f*ck up)
b*tch do you know who you f*cking with
git yo ass witta’ uppercut, leave you with a lisp
lil b*tch you ain’t sh*t
all you do is yap and suck on d*ck
ay lil boy this my land, f*ck wit me and my people’s
ima bash you like this izzy and strick

{chorus: austray}
call my boy ian yea he’ll figure it out
yo girl can’t call you, she got my d*ck in her mouth
ya b*tch a bop her p*ssy an in and out
busta’s just do anything for some clout
call my boy ian yea he’ll figure it out
yo girl can’t call, she got my d*ck in her mouth_

- austray lyrics

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