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lirik lagu tay b style – pree da yung og

roast 8 n*ggas straight in this b*tch n*gga
bet
huh

yeah merry christmas, happy new year
huh
n*ggas always barking on the net don’t even be wild
i get in my car to bless my insta with a freestyle
walk em down this a layup don’t need no rebound

all facts since a lil n*gga this tay b style
my lil b*tch don’t want no lace front she like leave out
leave out
i got money i got hoes
ion need clout

n*ggas always talking crazy bout me til i beat they ass

i should buy this n*gga mama house make em leave out
leave out
fire bomb the weed house can’t get no more weed out

i knock your t**th out yo mouth and make you bleed out
when i see a n*gga i don’t likе sh*t get violent cause i grеw up fighting hearing police
sirens
through the fiend’s a concert i got miley cyrus
hustle all day to spread the money like a virus
huh
all my b*tches 26 and up

i heard you got a bbl can you let me f*ck
in the hood i’m on tuck being broke that sh*t suck my new b*tch mixed with stallion and italian she a mutt
bout to get rich this year
i can feel it in my gut trying to escape

but the street sh*t gotta hold on me
i look like a bee hive it’s so many hoes on me
my lil b*tch love hard
she a sell her soul for me

been tryna figure out what to do with all these racks
i don’t take my swipe friends to the gym them n*ggas hacks

my lil b*tch on the g*way you can catch me in the back
it’s so many officers tryna catch me with a strap
i’m a dog for real
they a never catch me in the cat i’m so quick to tell a b*tch n*gga to pardon my back

huh
always the broke n*ggas acting like they up
let’s just be honest
balling like i’m giannis on the bucks when we slide behind you we going to find you in this honda truck
i got money i got hoes so i don’t need clout
just like the walking dead we a bring them fiends out
chopper take off your head
chopper take off your head call that sh*t a leave out

come see what we bout we’ll shoot some threes now aye
shoot them b*tches at your mouth
aye
yeah i’m headed to the south aye

got a couple heads and i’ma knock them down
aye
aye
aye
aye
n*ggas always barking on the net don’t even be loud
i get in my car to bless myself with a freestyle

i know you broke as h*ll
h*ll naw
you ain’t smoking loud
when we catch that n*gga chopper hit him like rolling loud
ask my n*gga sk!lla baby how we turn sh*t up
if you f*ck with me
then you know we going to burn him up
burnt enough burn him up with this chop 101
i can’t go to the store no more cause i d*mn near bought every gun
and that b*tch please don’t run from this b*tch
if you run from this b*tch you see the sun in this b*tch

you done d*mn near lost your mind
f*cking with that’s a homicide

every day i slide down your block like a slide you n*ggas gon’ die i’ma send you up to god
aye
me and bro
we going to whack sh*t
make them beat it with this glock michael jackson michael jackson riding around with them bands yeah i got it

riding around with them bands we a crack your head
thinking that it’s sweet
we going to leave him dead

- pree da yung og

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