Tay B – YSL WOODY feat. BabyFace Ray ( Lyrics ) Letra Tay B Tay B – YSL WOODY feat. BabyFace Ray ( Lyrics )
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
Alright
Huh
Verse 1: Tay B
Neck lit, wrist bust, get your bitch fucked
Grind like I ain’t got shit, but I’m a rich fuck
I really think my bank account growin’, it got the hiccups
I really think it’s funny, all my opps startin’ to clique up
Verse 2: Babyface Ray
Yeah, neck lit, wrist plain, get your bitch slain
Face all on the couch, look like Rick James
Told her sign with the Mob, what’s an NDA?
This a 2024, scratchin’ off with the temp plates
Verse 3: Tay B
Like a cheatin’-ass wife, I’ll hurt a man
Omarion, Marques Houston, I’ll serve a man, huh
High as hell in traffic with Wham, ‘bout to swerve again
I pull up in Rolls-Royce, he in Virgil Benz
Huh, yeah, I don’t need no nigga to come hold my hand
Never know what I’m thinkin’, I don’t show my hand
Shit, you gon’ see it when you see it, you can’t know my plans
Why you keep askin’ ‘bout cuz? You don’t know my mans
Chorus: Tay B
See, I’m the nigga that’ll bully all the bulliеs
Fresh as hell, Denim Tеars, YSL hoodie
He survived from the semi, died from the fully
Tell the doc to check his pulse, YSL Woody
Verse 4: Tay B
Let’s take the party to the house, me and all the guys
We got sixty bitches with us, it’s so many vibes
Say you love me, shit, I heard that shit so many times
I’m just tryna fuck, I ain’t tryna hear the lies
I can get ‘em to your doorstep like it’s Jimmy John’s
Niggas tryna watch me cook the food, this ain’t Benihan’
Verse 5: Babyface Ray
Chain swingin’ from my neck, got her hypnotized
You would think this shit a circus act, cuddy flippin’ pies
Let me know what you need, know we plugged in
I went up a level, not a ten, she not comin’ in
‘Rari truck, Cullinan, thinkin’ fuck the Benz
Turnt up, India Love on my bucket list
Chorus: Tay B
See, I’m the nigga that’ll bully all the bullies
Fresh as hell, Denim Tears, YSL hoodie
He survived from the semi, died from the fully
Tell the doc to check his pulse, YSL Woody
Verse 6: Tay B
Cuban link, diamond link, I don’t do the ropes
I got Virgil Louies on off a Louis coat
Fuck around and took a nigga plug, I’m like Louie, though
I can’t even front dog the bag ‘cause he move it slow
Guess this bitch think she the catch, I don’t even need her
I’ll never get up on one knee, I’m not Ron Garcia
She ain’t know the doors close theyself when she hopped in the Bimmer
Love a bitch more than my money, I’m dyin’ to meet her
Verse 7: Babyface Ray
Geeked up, I hit the jeweler for some Aquafina
Spanish ting speak no English, call her mamacita
Took the drank and made a slush, look like a margarita
I used to move the bag, now I’m the bag, who wanna buy a feature?
Chorus: Tay B
See, I’m the nigga that’ll bully all the bullies
Fresh as hell, Denim Tears, YSL hoodie
He survived from the semi, died from the fully
Tell the doc to check his pulse, YSL Woody
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