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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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A whole lot of everything, nigga Know what the f*ck goin' on, nigga
This 9 shit still in motion, nigga Long Live them guys, nigga
Free them members too
Pop it
Young nigga slide with a mask on, nah
He ain't Jason, they think you sweet
They gon' take it in all black like Undertaker
These niggas sweet as potatoes
Stepped on that bitch, rocked his cradle
Run to a opp, better face em this nigga
This nigga high must done laced him? Robbing who, takin' what?
Bitch, you gon' take some heads
Even Usain Bolt know it ain't no runnin' from these red dots
Nigga had a chopper, how the f*ck he died from a leg shot
Police was too late up on the scene, lil buddy, he done bled out
Ain't no playin' with no steppers, boys, known for givin' head wraps
Nigga need a job at Lids, how the f*ck these niggas be cap
Stack the dough, collect the cheese, but stay away from rats
Hustler, fiends, and robbers in my hood, shit, I had to adapt
I'm the one standin' on all ten, puttin' that 9 on the map
You wasn't at that round table, when we started this shit in the trap
Speakin' on my dead homie, bitch, you gon' be where they at
Pay your right-hand man to get the drop and have your ass whack
I don't trust too many, cause them folks be for they damn self
I did this shit all on my own, naw, didn't need no help
Niggas still playin', can't get right, got they ass left
I can't tell you bout another nigga, but I'm real for real
Good Za, and good drank, you can keep the pills
My Vato whip the hellcat, SRT, he havin' skills
Roll up on us while we up in traffic, gon' be a roadkill
Still gotta deuce deuce with the seven, Jermaine O'neal
Kickin' hoes out the spot, nigga, like I'm Uncle Phil
Shots to a nigga face, now he need a baby bib
You don't want to crash up in traffic, boy, you better yield
Savage life that shit for real, like Webbie, say, just keep it trill
And I don't even really want your bitch, you can get your boo
She might be a ten up in your eyes, but to me, that hoe poop
B&B, I tossed her with the guys, that lil' hoe the swoo
Slimey shit, get sleazy, fool, by the way, free shiesty fool
Nigga play, gon' make the news, want all the smoke, want all the fumes
Nigga fake, cartoons, I'm hella high, I'm on the moon
I got this shit out the mud for real, you had a silver spoon
My mama is a hustler, shit, what the f*ck you think I'ma do
Kick the door, shake the spot, don't nobody move
Nigga flinch if he want to, watch you get the blues
Take a risk for the hunnids, but I won't leave a clue
All we do is win, all them broke bitches do is lose
They ain't know a nigga with this hard, woke em from the snooze
F*ck the slut, off the dussè dick, she wet as a pool
Trickin' on these hoes for some pussy, you a damn fool
The bitch ain't got no plays or no motion, she gettin' the damn boot
Niggas lyin' like they catchin' bodies, where your shooters at
Pull up in your hood with the smoke, like we Uber X
Make a movie with your bitch, nigga, that's a triple X
Lost a lot of bread, takin' risks, but I triple that
Let's Go

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