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cafe regal - bay swag lyrics

[intro]
what was that real quick?
yeah

[chorus]
i been fightin’ all these demons (fightin’ all these demons)
lil’ b*tch done got turnt up and i’m the reason (and she know it)
i know that you f*ckin’, bae, you ain’t gotta lie to me
b*tches see young n*ggas like us, think we hit the lottery
they gon’ follow the leader wherever i say go
so many foreigns parked up, this sh*t like saints row, it’s paid for (on god)
workin’ in that club, it don’t impress a n*gga (it don’t impress me, baby)
i like bad hoes in my section, n*gga (yeah)
how that’s your opp, but when you seen him, you ain’t address a n*gga? (what?)
well, we got opps who make they family go and dress a n*gga, tombstone

[verse]
i got one for the fam and one for the b*tches, i keep two phones
pop a— yeah, to mix it with the qua’, i’m in a new mood
b lotti should’ve listened to me, now he in a group home
don’t ever bite the hand that feed you (woo)
one thing my young bae ain’t know, he for the people (he for the people)
i just parked a mclaren right at cafe regal (on god)
you f*ck my coworker, i f*ck yours, now we equal
been pourin’ up too godd*mn much, mommy, i need you (oh my god)
in the trenches every day, we f*ck it up (we f*ck it up)
i just gave like fifteen hundred to f*ck a sl*t (on my mama)
i ain’t got time to tell lil’ mom, we f*ckin’ or what? (don’t want no drama)
just put a b*tton on that b*tch, we fear n0body (brrt)
just got ten years from an order, that sh*t is gon’ fry me (on god)
i don’t want that p*ssy, girl, i want some moppy, do it sloppy
i hate a b*tch that’s from the blocky, that’s super oppy
we just keep runnin’ this sh*t up (woo)
[chorus]
i been fightin’ all these demons (ayy, ayy)
lil’ b*tch done got turnt up and i’m the reason (oh my god)
i know that you f*ckin’, bae, you ain’t gotta lie to me (gotta lie)
b*tches see young n*ggas like us, think we hit the lottery (woo)
they gon’ follow the leader wherever i say go (whatever i say i go)
so many foreigns parked up, this sh*t like saints row, it’s paid for (skrrt, skrrt)
workin’ in that club, it don’t impress a n*gga (it don’t impress me, baby)
i like bad hoes in my section, n*gga (on god)
how that’s your opp, but when you seen him, you ain’t address a n*gga? (what?)
well, we got opps who make they family go and dress a n*gga (grrt, dah, dah, gang)

[outro]
don’t ever bite the hand that feed you (the hand that feed you)
one thing my young bae ain’t know, he for the people (he know what’s up)
i just parked a mclaren right at cafe regal (on my mama)
you f*ck my coworker, i f*ck yours, now we equal (don’t want no drama)
been pourin’ up too godd*mn much, mommy, i need you (ayy)
in the trenches every day, we f*ck it up (we f*ck it up)
i just gave like fifteen hundred to f*ck a sl*t (on my mama)
just put a b*tton on that b*tch, we fear n0body (frrt, frrt, frrt)
i don’t want that p*ssy, girl, i want some moppy, do it sloppy (oh my god)
i hate a b*tch that’s from the blocky, that’s super oppy

- bay swag lyrics

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