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Lay Wit Ya (feat. Duke Deuce)
Isaiah Rashad
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Big wheel (As we also smoke the ink, mane) Yeah, yeah (Ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane) Ayy, ayy (Ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane) Cole, you stupid (Ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane) Bitch, yeah (Ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane) Ayy (Ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane) Yeah, big wheels (Ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane) Yeah (Ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane) Big wheel got that mother****er skatin' hard Chill pill got me high but can I lay with ya'? Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl I'm a cold piece of work (Yeah) Whip enough to serve (Yeah), what was for dessert? (Yeah) I'm a Gucci Mane, you a Captain Kirk I don't wanna flirt (Yeah), tell me, what's the word? Pussy Bitch, you know what's up (Yeah), always on the cusp (Yeah) What's that in your cup? (Cup) Sippin' on that (Sippin' on that) Yeah, never in a rush (Rush), kickin' out the sluts (Sluts) I get off the bus (Yeah), pussy Big wheel got that mother****er skatin' hard Chill pill got me high but can I lay with ya'? Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (Yeah) Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Big wheel got that mother****er skatin' hard Chill pill got me high but can I lay with ya'? (Ha-ha, bitch) Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (Yeah, what the ****?) Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (Ayy, ayy) (Triple M, triple M, triple M, triple M—) Huh? (Triple M, triple M, triple M, triple M—) Huh? (Triple M, triple M, triple M, triple M—) What the ****? (Triple M, triple M, triple M, triple M—) Gang, gang Triple M be crunk as **** Hype as ****, but don't stop the dose Duke Deuce, your name hot as **** (Huh?) Ain't met one bitch who would not **** (Huh? Would not ****) Buck as ****, that pistol tucked for pussy niggas actin' tough (Brrat, bah) **** a Draco, keep that capital K for range, that's if you run ****in' bitches, ain't no cuffin' bitches like them other niggas (Yeah) Tough decisions in this rappin' business, ain't no bein' friendly (Yeah) Old niggas turned to enemies, now I'm seein' plenty (Seein') Strictly business, they like "Duke, you're trippin'," bitch, I need a milli' Plenty people used to sleep up on me, now I'm seekin' vengeance (Bitch) Cold ice and cold heart, bitch, you know we strictly pimpin' Tryna keep rappin', these nigga keep cappin' The pussy ass rappers keep ****in' with me (****in' with me) You're hustlin' backwards, I pull up in Raptor I'm strapped with them triple M brothers with me (Ayy, ayy) (Triple M, triple M, triple M, triple M—) Ayy, ayy Big wheel got that mother****er skatin' hard (Huh?) Chill pill got me high but can I lay with ya? (Huh?) Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (What the ****?) Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Big wheel got that mother****er skatin' hard (Huh?) Chill pill got me high but can I lay with ya? (Huh?) Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (What the ****?) Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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