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air bnb - lil tray & toohda band$ lyrics

[intro: toohda band$]
(yeah, baby, you did this one)
hayes money, n*gga
alright

[verse 1: toohda band$]
in the airbnb with some drunk hoes
n*ggas always talkin’ on my name but i could up roll
i don’t wanna know your name, i’m tryna f*ck, though
she said i popped an rp, well, here go one more (here you go)
beat the p*ssy up, that sh*t was wet, i think i want more
d*mn, this b*tch got me sweatin’, i went deep in it
and i just drunk a six of lean, i fell asleep in it
you don’t even know, the crazy part that she let dee hit it (what the f*ck?)

[verse 2: lil tray]
he thinkin’ she a keeper, the team hit it (nah)
she say she like it when i come around, i go deep in it
i hit it from the back, she throwin’ ass, i pull her weave with it (yeah)
i bought a new glock with a stick and i sleep with it
she gettin’ on her knees and she give me sloppy top
she want me to stay around but i’ve been trappin’ on the block
if a n*gga play with us then we gon’ put the boy on fox
let that n*gga try to run ’cause it’s a beam on the chop

[verse 3: toohda band$]
chill, tray, cut the beam off
i just cheated on my b*tch, shut the ring off
funky*ass bum came with quarters, cut the fiend off
your whole squad broke as h*ll, boy, your team lost
thick*booty b*tch suckin’ d*ck with the clear gloss
slapped the sh*t out this b*tch, she got it on my drawers
i bent that b*tch over, now her head bangin’ on the wall
man, hold on, b*tch, i’m gettin’ a call
[verse 4: lil tray]
hit the p*ssy once, now she mad ’cause i never call
you a b*tch played, get in the game, y’all never ball
dex off a perc’, had to catch him before he fall
b*tch asked me if i want some p*ssy, i want it all (yeah)
gettin’ top at the view smokin’ cookie
i only buy the bag if you really tryna jugg me
shot an old n*gga in his head, he tried to suge me
b*tch count a five*ball in my face, i called her woody (ooh)

[verse 5: toohda band$]
five thousand in my face, i would’ve punched her ass
police get behind this whip then i’ma do the dash
i’ve been sippin’ lean all day and i ain’t even crash
all pretty b*tches in this b*tch, they all shakin’ ass (ooh)
pour champagne on her titties, she’d freak for cash
b*tches wanna f*ck my squad ’cause we got that bag
you n*ggas poor as h*ll
i’ve been cuttin’ all day, my arms sore as h*ll
steppin’ on that work, tap dancing, feet hurt like h*ll
i ran off with his money, i told him it’s in the mail

[outro: toohda band$]
hahahaha

- lil tray toohda band lyrics

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