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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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I'ma slow this shit down on this one
I'ma take 'em back to the crib with one
Might get a little muddy with this one
Let's Go
Wake up to a bag where the cash, I gotta get it
Wake up early on the grind, be about your business
Real trap, baby bitch, I'm straight up out them trenches
Still got some OG cooking up in the kitchen
Think I'm talking cap, let's take a trip to Mississippi
Real country boys will leave your ass in the river
Better keep a rod, streets to fishy Long John Silver
Streets real cold shit will give your ass the shivers
Hit a opp block, 3 deep slidin' in a rental
Yo nigga gone, he ain't coming back, I know y'all miss him
Can't wait to see Lil Nine with that Glock, he too official
Stepping like I'm Hitler, you ain't the only one with hittas
F*ck my opp, bitch, and I maxed out his sister
Catch they ass lackin' out of here, I'm gone dismiss em
Potato on the barrel, when it hit, sound like a whisper
Always screaming hardbody they ass soft as tissue
Nigga just pass me the blick, shootin' off the dribble
And if the hoe broke, she know damn well I can't fix her
I bet the streets follow me and I ain't talking Twitter
Bet his ass get smoked, thinking shit sweet like a swisher
Cold steppa with that left and firing like Derrick Fisher
You might do it big, but she know I do it bigger
At first it was alright, till I hit that ass got thicker
Know all them hoes miss me and I know them bitches bitter
Wake up to a bag where the cash, I gotta get it
Wake up early on your grind, be about your business
Real trap, baby, bitch, I'm straight up out them trenches
Still got OGs cooking up in the kitchen
Think I'm talking cap, let's take a trip to Mississippi
Real country boys will leave your ass in the river
Better keep a rod, streets too fishy, Long John Silver
Streets real cold shit will give your ass the shivers
F*ck what these niggas be on, my bitches they bad to the bone
That ass gon' swallow that thong, I hit the wood, it's strong
I do this for my niggas who gone, I promise to hold this shit down
I jump in the whip, then I bounce
I came up off an ounce
Too much sauce will make that hoe drown
A lot of these niggas some clowns
I was just on the hill, now I post up in the mountains
Watch me beat up the trap, watch I pound it
My bitch, she come from an island
Watch how I run up these thousand dead fresh like who this young nigga stylist
Wake up to a bag where the cash, I gotta get it
Wake up early on your grind, be about your business
Real trap baby bitch, I'm straight up out them trenches
Still got OG's cooking up in the kitchen
Think I'm talking cap
, let's take a trip to Mississippi
Real country boys will leave your ass in the river
Better keep a rod, streets too fishy, Long John Silver
Streets real cold, shit'll give your ass the shivers

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