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lirik lagu west coast baby – mof jayy

[intro]
i ain’t gon’ lie this muhf*cka turnt, ya feel me like, n*ggas don’t know how i’m coming this year like, bruh, this sh*t so crazy bruh, it’s whatever though

(aye, aye, aye, aye, feel me, look, it’s money over fame, okay look, look)

[hook]
baby run it up she gon’ run it up, i don’t do relations i ain’t cuffin’ up, don’t step up in our section you ain’t one of us, lul baby wanna blow a check so she gon’ f*ck it up

if she widdit i’ma take her to the back seat, if she trippin ima call that ass a taxi, lul baby she a freak but she classy, west coast baby she a freak gon’ make it nasty

[verse 1]
west coast n*gga i’m a f*cking bay baby, & she f*cking wit the crew how she see the chain swinging, i’m in love blues i ain’t wit the gang banging, you ain’t been up in my shoes so why you n*ggas lane changing huh?

my n*ggas up in h*llcats really swervin sh*t, n*ggas really murking sh*t, hoods to the suburbans sh*t, n*ggas steady plotting i’m just peeping who they lurkin wit, i seen yo ass finessing i can’t give yo ass no burkin b*tch

make a n*gga stomp the yard & make em walk it out, tired of n*ggas cappin steady yappin what they not about, catch em up in traffic make a n*gga do a roundabout, he spooked i got em stuttering i make a n*gga sound it out

shawty bringing in no blues then what we doing? star strucked when she seen me d*mn near got lil baby drueling, n*ggas swear they play they cards like who the f*ck you think you fooling, finna take that ass to work that ain’t the only thing i’m scr*w*ng baby

[adlibs]
that ain’t the only thing i’m scr*w*ng baby like, n*ggas swear they play they cards right, but you ain’t fooling me thought like, man i swear you ain’t fooling me, but hold on you thought this was over? nah we just getting started ya feel me, hold on lemme hop back on this right quick, hold on

[verse 2]
okay 123 they put a young n*gga in charge, & i’m out this world like they just put a young n*gga in mars, might just pull up in that skrrt skrrt, that’s that foreign car, shawty taking off her skirt skirt, that’s that foreign broad

i been too much in my bag but you been too much in yo feelings, n*ggas chase a hunnid women but won’t chase a hunnid million, n*ggas hate the way i move but n*gga this the life i’m living, ever dreamed bout getting rich & stacking hunnids to the ceiling
i done had so many dreams & man it’s only getting realer, said she love me like a drug so much she trippin off the dealer, i done planned this out so much like it’s survival of the fittest, snakes up in the field so it’s survival of the realist

they can’t take me off my grind just like it’s vans on my feet, i’m in the field i’m kicking sh*t its rubber bands on my cleats, the work u put in for months, im putting that in a week, i’m counting checks up after checks till i don’t check no receipts

[hook]
baby run it up she gon’ run it up, i don’t do relations i ain’t cuffin’ up, don’t step up in our section you ain’t one of us, lul baby wanna blow a check so she gon’ f*ck it up

if she widdit i’ma take her to the back seat, if she trippin ima call that ass a taxi, lul baby she a freak but she classy, west coast baby she a freak gon’ make it nasty

- mof jayy

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