Tay B, FWC Big Key - Out His Body lyrics
[Tay B, FWC Big Key - Out His Body lyrics]
What up, Tay? Good looking, Helly
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Ayy, never play with a nigga pape' (At all)
Bring some ones
I'm finna rain in this nigga face (Pussy)
She gave me brain, we was in the A (In the A)
Told that bitch to bring her gang
It's just me and Tay
(It's just me and bro)
I know this one nigga out his body on pills
Hit his ass with the chop
He out his body for real
My shooter love drank, he drop a body a seal
My lil' bitch go to Ferris
Finna buy her some wheels
Let's be for real, nigga (Huh?)
What the fuck is you gon' take from me?
(What?) glock 30 on me
Clip full like it ate somethin' (Get it?)
Got to play our cards right
Thesе crackers took the ace from us
Book mе for a show
Call Future 'cause the Drac' comin'
Fuck a nigga from the hood
I looked up to my pop
But I stood over your mans
He looked up to my Glock
While you was spendin' fetty
I was fucking her WAP
(What's the deal, Key?)
Had the bitch lookin' like Fetty when
I bust in her eye (All facts, yeah, huh)
I be with Big Key, we play with big keys
We got pape', still'll rob you
I know rich thieves
Hit a nigga with the movie clip
Then we switch scenes
I'm Larry Bird with the hoes
I only hit threes
Dick suckin'-ass nigga, you got a problem
Get it off your chest i ain't gon' lie
I fuck niggas' mamas like Delonte West
Weak-ass kit, you claim you rich
I am not impressed
Five thousand on the 'fit and
You still ain't fresh
You ate her pussy for an hour
And she still ain't wet i'm gettin' head
This bitch came before we had sex
You know me, I fuck with dog
But I don't have pets
Yeah, I be hittin' dog
That's why we have 'Vettes
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Ayy, never play with a nigga pape' (At all)
Bring some ones
I'm finna rain in this nigga face (Pussy)
She gave me brain, we was in the A (In the A)
Told that bitch to bring her gang
It's just me and Tay
(It's just me and bro)
I know this one nigga out his body on pills
Hit his ass with the chop
He out his body for real
My shooter love drank, he drop a body a seal
My lil' bitch go to Ferris
Finna buy her some wheels
Let's be for real, nigga (Huh?)
What the fuck is you gon' take from me?
(What?) glock 30 on me
Clip full like it ate somethin' (Get it?)
Got to play our cards right
Thesе crackers took the ace from us
Book mе for a show
Call Future 'cause the Drac' comin'
Fuck a nigga from the hood
I looked up to my pop
But I stood over your mans
He looked up to my Glock
While you was spendin' fetty
I was fucking her WAP
(What's the deal, Key?)
Had the bitch lookin' like Fetty when
I bust in her eye (All facts, yeah, huh)
I be with Big Key, we play with big keys
We got pape', still'll rob you
I know rich thieves
Hit a nigga with the movie clip
Then we switch scenes
I'm Larry Bird with the hoes
I only hit threes
Dick suckin'-ass nigga, you got a problem
Get it off your chest i ain't gon' lie
I fuck niggas' mamas like Delonte West
Weak-ass kit, you claim you rich
I am not impressed
Five thousand on the 'fit and
You still ain't fresh
You ate her pussy for an hour
And she still ain't wet i'm gettin' head
This bitch came before we had sex
You know me, I fuck with dog
But I don't have pets
Yeah, I be hittin' dog
That's why we have 'Vettes