No Chorus Pt. 12
Tay Keith, BlocBoy JB
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Them niggas better get the f*ck down Right mothafuckin' now Told me to get the f*ck down Right mothafuckin' now Pull up in a car that's bout my size I get the ass like a car ride (skrrt) She taller than me and got nice thighs (Tay Keith this to hard) I bend her over to my size (yeah) My drug dealer said that the price rised Now it's no more Mr. Nice Guy (yeah) I set that boy up about four times I hit the man with the close line (alright let's go) Yeah, Hold on', huh Yeah no chorus twelve Y'all know what the f*ck goin' on Twelve, twelve, twelve, f*ck 12, nigga Man the bitch ran up came in my house took all my shit But guess what now, bitch? (F*ck 12) F*ck 'em, bitch Uh (yeah, hey) F*ck 12 all my niggas just duck 12 Twelve gauge make a nigga taste buck shells Three times four nigga that's twelve I can't trust these niggas they singing like Maxwell Back in them days I had me a Nextel Fucked on yo bitch in a neck well When you get the green without a yard sale They sayin' you move weight like barbell, that's deep (that's on my mama) Smokin' on gas, OG (gas) Three for the ten buyin' ass nigga you too cheap (cheap) They said they didn't want me in Memphis in May Well I'm in this bitch I got Drake in the Jeep No cap I got Drake in the Jeep He like to ride under my seat I got a bitch named Keiana she work at Le Bouhner she go get my money for me (yeah) I heard the opps talkin' everyday but it feels like these niggas runnin' from me Yesterday I spent bout 200k nigga like it was nothin' to me I count that money to sleep (yeah) Let's load up them Glocks and have fun for a week (yeah, yeah) That bitch got ass it's petite I don't know I'ma Crip so you know I'ma C (crip) Pull up in a car that's bout my size I get the ass like a car ride (yeah) She taller than me and got nice thighs I bend her over to my size (that's on my mama) My drug dealer said that the price rised Now it's no more Mr. Nice Guy I set that boy up about four times I hit the man with the close line All this fooey ass Louie, Burberry and Gucci Lil' nigga yo clothes lying I hit yo bitch from the back and I smack on her booty now that means yo hoe mine He got a fresh fade from Matt Bands Put a hole in his head he got no line (whoa) He got a scholarship from St. France Add another one now he got no mind (fool) Don't shake hands with the opps bitch we ain't with the partnerships Nine to his head Igoudala, shit (yeah) I'm on a yacht with a nigga named Andre You could say this Igoudala-ship (facts) I need a bitch that look some like Beyonce But she gotta have Rihanna hips I'm 'bout that action no verb, I say just one word And you'll see a hundred Crips (ooh-woo) I'm a blue Benjamin and you a Jefferson (a Jefferson) I got so many bitches, can run a marathon (a marathon) Quit all that Instagram cappin' you don't really carry guns (you lucky) And that lil' hoe that you lovin' that's the bitch we sharing on (nigga) Late night creep (creep) I been searching for 'em for a week (yup, yup) I found his ID I'ma kill that nigga where he sleep (yeah, yeah) This a IG (whoa) Bitch I be thuggin hard in the streets (the streets) I saw a young nigga loose his heart in the street The nigga shot yo nigga in the car that was me (that was me, that was me) Search for 'bout five days Shoot with two hands not sideways You on that gun play Doon-doon-doon what that gun say Leave a man dead in his driveway (huh?) Mean muggin' the shit that I play Up on him first that's what I say (I say) Can't let today be my die day (die day) Hop off the porch with dat Glock like it's Friday Naw I ain't Craig I'm walking around this bih like I'm Debo (Debo) I'ma put the gun to his head make him get low (get low) They gas a nigga up at Citgo A nigga got the ups cause the truck that we got is a rental (skrrt) .30 on me hangin out long like a limo Fucc ya baby daddy and his weak ass demo (f*ck 'em) Call up the plug and tell him to send mo (I need that shit now, nigga) Crips on the left side (left) Bloods on the right side (yeah) These niggas hoes they play in the middle But we know them bitches ain't gon' ride (facts) I got a bitch she straight out the west But I'm bout to show her the east side (east side, bitch) Gang unit constantly askin' these questions But I can not show y'all my c side (no talkin') I plead the fifth but I'm three quiet, yep F*ck wrong with these guys, yep I keep the strap in my car when I go to court Police see me I throw peace sign (peace) A lot of opps niggas sayin' they gon' get rich Well lil' bitch just keep tryin' (tryin') Why the opps niggas be up on bitch shit I don't know why them bitches keep dying On Crip Them niggas better get the f*ck down Right mothafuckin now Told them to get the f*ck down Right mothafuckin now, haha That's why these btiches keep dyin' Lil' Tay
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