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Tay900

Tay900 is a musical artist known for their unique style and creative approach to music. Their sound is a blend of various genres, including R&B, hip-hop, and pop. They have gained a dedicated fan base through their heartfelt lyrics and charismatic stage presence. Tay900's music often explores themes of love, relationships, and personal growth. They continue to captivate audiences with their distinct sound and captivating performances. more »

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Aye, lonzo
K-K-K-K-K-Kid Saucy
Aye, Jerome, you making hits, boy
If it ain't bout a bag, no need to hit the phone
Don't wanna hear about the opps, they all broke and down
Freaky bum on my dick, want me to pipe her down
Thumb in her ass, f*ck her tonsils, ima slut her out
Get a b and b, turn that bitch to a trap house
Nigga, tell me what you need i'll mail them out
I can eye ball them p's, no need to scale them out
Trap gotta keep them folks guessing they'll rat you out
She want me to pull up and beat her goonies down
I'ma beat the coochie up, i knock the pussy out
I'ma kill lil mama cones till she tap out
Hit the block, 95's on, i maxed the trap out
Opps cap, they don't want smoke, they really fanned out
Said i'd never be shit, look who the man now
Ain't nobody do me shit, now everybody hand out
Still got some niggas in the jam, trapping the can out
Still to the day, i don't trust these bitches
Still to the day, i don't f*ck with niggas
Dicked out like these hoes, old bitch ass nigga
Clique to clique, gang to gang, old switch ass nigga
I had to kick that hoe out, she tried to fire up a swisher
Whole lot of backwooods and back shots, bitch, you trippin'
Playing with my intelligence, playing with my pimping
Nigga try to run off it gon' be another ricky
Let me slow my ass down before I get another ticket
High as f*ck panoramic roof with palm trees visions
I got bigger dreams, ima let them little boys run the city
Don't tell me bout no broke ass opp i guess blood was tripping
Niggas crying about they dead homies, quit all that, bitching
Nigga better keep, them a rod these streets
Two fishy, every time a nigga leave the house, can't forget four nick
Niggas praying on my downfall, my nig keep wishing
My nig keep wishing, praying on a nigga downfall
My nig keep wishing, thought it was over for the beat f*ck nah I'm not finished nigga still Banging that six
Don't get shit twisted last, nigga, capped on the nine
Knocked off his fitted
I was so broke at the point, can't pay attention
Like ella ruth, told them folks, my nig just listen
Dozed off, but I woke up with a new blicky like meek
Only thing in my head is a milli, save more than you spend
Gotta stack it to the ceiling, started off with crumbs on the ground
Eating with the pigeons, designing kicks, came with no laces
How the f*ck I'm tripping
All this trish in this two liter fucking up my kidney
All this exotic, that a nigga smoking gone need a new engine

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