Correction Lyrics Tay B Style (Remix) by Tay B

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Huh?
(MIA JAY C)
Merry Christmas
Happy New Year
Huh?

N***as always barkin' on the 'net, don't even be wild
I get in my car to bless my Insta' with a freestyle
Walk him down, this a layup, don't need no rebound
All facts since a lil' n***a, this Tay B style
My lil' b*t*h don't want no lacefront, she like leave out
I got money, I got hoes, I don't need clout
N***as always talkin' crazy 'bout me 'til I beat they a**
I should buy this n***a mama house, make him leave out

Fire bomb the weed house, can't get no more weed out
I'll knock your teeth out your mouth and make you bleed out
When I see a n***a I don't like, sh*t get violent
'Cause I grew up fightin', hearin' police sirens
Threw the fiends a concert, I got Miley Cyrus
Hustle all day, then spread that money like a virus
Huh? All my b*t*hes twenty-six and up
I heard you got a BBL, can you let me f**k?
In the hood, I'm on tuck, bein' broke, that sh*t suck
My new b*t*h mixed with stallion and Italian, she a mutt
'Bout to get rich this year, I can feel it in my gut
Tryna escape, but the street sh*t got a hold on me
I look like a beehive, it's so many hoes on me
My lil' b*t*h love hard, she'll 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***as hacks
My lil' b*t*h 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'll never catch me in the cat
I'm so quick to tell a b*t*h n***a to pardon my back, hah
N***as always barkin' on the 'net, don't even be wild
I get in my car to bless my Insta' with a freestyle
Walk him down, this a layup, don't need no rebound
All facts since a lil' n***a, this Tay B style
My lil' b*t*h don't want no lacefront, she like leave out
I got money, I got hoes, I don't need clout
N***as always talkin' crazy 'bout me 'til I beat they a**
I should buy this n***a mama house and make him leave out

Yeah, I used to serve n***as with the weed, I got fiends now
Yeah, I know you used to love this b*t*h, she f**kin' me now
Talkin' cash sh*t, but you can't pull a hundred G's out
Headshot, then a body shot, watch him bleed out
N***as always talkin' killer sh*t, but don't be killin' sh*t
She ask me for some money, I'm like, "Huh?" I'm on my Skilla sh*t
Robbin' me, better chance at swallowin' some cinnamon
I'll hit that pu**y all night, but I'm not kissin' it
Naw, I can't get into it, I am not that intimate
City dried up with all the Wock', I put some Trish in it
Hit a b*t*h, she pullin' me in, she got grip in it
N***a, I got real pape', I am not pandemic rich
Huh, n***as always talkin' on the 'net, ain't really on sh*t
Once I came across some real pape', I got lil' bro rich
Runnin' off with a n***a bag, that's that broke sh*t
See, I'm that n***a, they can't f**k with me and they know this
In Atlanta richer than the Falcons, this Tay B style
All straps for a lil' n***a if we beefed out (Huh)
Give your b*t*h a Perc', she grab my d**k and spit a freestyle (Huh)
Any ho don't like to swallow kids have me creeped out (Huh)
Firebomb they traphouse, can't get no more racks now (Huh)
Can't sell no more crack now, Dwayne Johnson, Smackdown (Huh)
Pookie need his fix, but that Chris Rock got slapped out (Huh)
Next move ain't mapped out, ex-b*t*h just tapped out
Listen, all my b*t*hes rich and dumb as f**k, huh
Heard your n***a went to jail, now come and suck my nuts, huh
I'm off Percocets and they ho tryna turn it up, huh
Tryna calm down, but that get hot got a hold on me, huh
I done lied to every b*t*h that I can think of
Hit 'em with that rerock, but can't never get no rerun, uh, uh
Every ho know who I'm is when they see blood
Them n***as gangster on the internet, see Casada, don't speak up, duh

Grew the work in Oakland, but I just left OKC
Now I'm out in Jersey gettin' off like I'm KD
All these diamonds on me, now these b*t*hes think I'm Tay B
Huh? F**k you mean? B*t*h, this an AP
Bustdown, say cheese
Get 'em out for thirty-six, I only paid eighteen
That was 2018
Double up my chicken, turn a four to an eight-piece
Turn my bike into a Porsche, we can race, this b*t*h a sport
Turn your wife into a w****, turn my Nikes to Dior
Still plugged in the Lex', them fiends callin' me for more
Opps still sendin' threats, man, they must ain't checked the score
At the game courtside, spillin' liquor on the floor
N***as always barkin' on the 'net, don't even be wild
I get in my car to bless my Insta' with a freestyle
Walk him down, this a layup, don't need no rebound
All facts since a lil' n***a, this Tay B style
My lil' b*t*h don't want no lacefront, she like leave out
I got money, I got hoes, I don't need clout
N***as always talkin' crazy 'bout me 'til I beat they a**
I should buy this n***a mama house, make him leave out (Huh?)

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