lirik lagu jayda wayda – luh tyler
[intro]
like, “d*mn, tyler got the sauce, that n*gga got the flavor”
ayy, look like jayda wayda
(ddot cold as a motherf*cker, on god)
they like, “d*mn, man, luh tyler got the sauce, he got the flavor”
bad brownskin b*tch who look like jayda wayda
gang, i’ll send you to your maker
ayy, yeah
[verse]
they like, “d*mn, tyler got the sauce, that n*gga got the flavor”
need a bad brownskin b*tch who look like jayda wayda
slide up on ya b*tch real smooth, n*gga, i’m a player
wake up everyday, i hit my knees and then i say a prayer
they like, “d*mn, tyler snappin’ on the beat, that boy a gator”
man, i’m steady gettin’ to that cheese ain’t worriеd ’bout a hater
he came through dummin’ in a truck you probably thought that boy was mator
i’m busy gеttin’ to them bucks, i told the ho, “i’ll see you later”
i’m busy runnin’ up that check i told my ho, “i ain’t got no time”
i know some apes up in the jungle, n*ggas sw*ngin’ through the vines
stevie wonder dark shades on like a n*gga blind
n*gga tryna get that cake, n*gga, steady on the grind
do it just like timmy turner, poof a n*gga like it’s magic
b*tch i’m tryna get that money, run it up and then i bag it
they like, “d*mn, luh tyler ballin’ like he playin’ for the mavericks”
n*gga tryna run it up so we can ball and live lavish
b*tch, i’m tryna run it up so we can ball and live great
i ain’t worried bout a n*gga or a b*tch i’m out the way
i’ll never chase a ho, the only thing i’ll chase i cake
they like, “tyler out this world, i think that boy from out of sp*ce”
the way i’m gettin’ to these blues, you think a n*gga papa smurf
they like, “d*mn, luh tyler you be goin’ crazy every verse”
this lil’ ho she think i want her but i don’t i’m just a flirt
“luh tyler geekin’ in the booth y’all probably think that boy a nerd”
i’m tryna run my check up could give a f*ck about the fame
in a backseat of the coupe, n*gga, kissin’ mary jane
n*ggas dead be crashin’ out, spend all their money on a chain
coach had me on the bench, i told him, “put me in the game”
sixty dollars for a eighth that n*gga taxin’ like a cab
a n*gga feel like rick & morty cookin’ up, i’m in the lab
i been runnin’ numbers up but i don’t even f*ck with math
and a n*gga cup dirty like it need to take a bath
they like, “d*mn, tyler got the sauce, that n*gga got the flavor”
need a bad brownskin b*tch who look like jayda wayda
slide up on ya b*tch real smooth, n*gga, i’m a player
wake up everyday, i hit my knees and then i say a prayer
yeah
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