Tay B - Still Tay lyrics
[Tay B - Still Tay lyrics]
Huh, yeah (Okay Jones)
Y'all some fuckin' goofies
I'll never let a nigga horse me
A hundred K in pants, shit
Amiri should endorse me i do what I want
I won't let nobody force me
At the game slappin' fives
With Josh Jackson, I got floor seats
Playin' both sides, hell nah
You in the middle now
Dick suckin' opps, you wasn't with us, boy
You with 'em now
You was ridin' with 'em in the whip
You in the 'spital now five years ago
I couldn't imagine how I'm livin' now
I was at my mama house
Now I got a bigger house
Young as hell playin' the game
But I'm in it now
It was niggas with more pape' than me
They was shinin' on me
I nеver once got jealous
Knеw my time was comin' ex-bitch cheated
Kinda knew I was gon' find her fuckin'
She was always actin' weird
She was hidin' somethin'
Now she want me back, hell nah, bitch
Never that
Everybody askin' for some money, shit
Let me stack
Niggas see me lit so the jackboys wanna jack
Stop tryna find me or you
Gon' find where heaven at
Goofy-ass nigga, we gon' do him in
The O got hot, so we gon' do the 10
Not ashamed, the mistakes I made
I'd do again
Bitch actin' like she too good
So I'ma do her friend
Now she lookin' sick 'cause
Her friend turnt
Counted up two hundred, now my hands hurt
Every motherfucker hatin'
They was fans first
I don't never rush shit, I gotta plan first
You gotta know everybody can't come around
Might sound good, but sometimes
You gotta turn it down
I'm still goin' through shit
I'm still learnin' now
I can't fuck with every bitch
I gotta curve 'em now
You just ran it up, how you broke? What
You sell the money?
Catch you with a bag, you get caught
Would you tell up on me?
I'm the face, give it to you
Would you sell it for me?
Go out of town, bring it back
Or go mail it for me?
Everybody wanna beef, shit, I'm confused
I'm at the point with bad bitches
I can pick and choose
Huh, the Patek cool, but I need Richards too
Uh, I ain't signed to Drake
But I got different views
Run it up, fuck sleep, I don't get to snooze
Her pussy wet
It's so tight I had to get the lube
She suckin' dick in the Tesla
Had to hit the cruise
Ran up so much pape' in Diors
Don't wanna switch the shoes
You think I'm a ho, you got it misconstrued
Do not mention me, they gon' be missin' you
You was just my mans, now you an opp, oh
You a different dude
So when I get niggas picked off
I'm gon' be pickin' you
I love tellin' me a freak
Bitch what them lips'll do
Fuck me off the ice is what the wrist'll do
My brothers runnin' up blues
And they Crippin' too
Popped a nigga, but he ain't die
But he crippled too
Y'all some fuckin' goofies
I'll never let a nigga horse me
A hundred K in pants, shit
Amiri should endorse me i do what I want
I won't let nobody force me
At the game slappin' fives
With Josh Jackson, I got floor seats
Playin' both sides, hell nah
You in the middle now
Dick suckin' opps, you wasn't with us, boy
You with 'em now
You was ridin' with 'em in the whip
You in the 'spital now five years ago
I couldn't imagine how I'm livin' now
I was at my mama house
Now I got a bigger house
Young as hell playin' the game
But I'm in it now
It was niggas with more pape' than me
They was shinin' on me
I nеver once got jealous
Knеw my time was comin' ex-bitch cheated
Kinda knew I was gon' find her fuckin'
She was always actin' weird
She was hidin' somethin'
Now she want me back, hell nah, bitch
Never that
Everybody askin' for some money, shit
Let me stack
Niggas see me lit so the jackboys wanna jack
Stop tryna find me or you
Gon' find where heaven at
Goofy-ass nigga, we gon' do him in
The O got hot, so we gon' do the 10
Not ashamed, the mistakes I made
I'd do again
Bitch actin' like she too good
So I'ma do her friend
Now she lookin' sick 'cause
Her friend turnt
Counted up two hundred, now my hands hurt
Every motherfucker hatin'
They was fans first
I don't never rush shit, I gotta plan first
You gotta know everybody can't come around
Might sound good, but sometimes
You gotta turn it down
I'm still goin' through shit
I'm still learnin' now
I can't fuck with every bitch
I gotta curve 'em now
You just ran it up, how you broke? What
You sell the money?
Catch you with a bag, you get caught
Would you tell up on me?
I'm the face, give it to you
Would you sell it for me?
Go out of town, bring it back
Or go mail it for me?
Everybody wanna beef, shit, I'm confused
I'm at the point with bad bitches
I can pick and choose
Huh, the Patek cool, but I need Richards too
Uh, I ain't signed to Drake
But I got different views
Run it up, fuck sleep, I don't get to snooze
Her pussy wet
It's so tight I had to get the lube
She suckin' dick in the Tesla
Had to hit the cruise
Ran up so much pape' in Diors
Don't wanna switch the shoes
You think I'm a ho, you got it misconstrued
Do not mention me, they gon' be missin' you
You was just my mans, now you an opp, oh
You a different dude
So when I get niggas picked off
I'm gon' be pickin' you
I love tellin' me a freak
Bitch what them lips'll do
Fuck me off the ice is what the wrist'll do
My brothers runnin' up blues
And they Crippin' too
Popped a nigga, but he ain't die
But he crippled too