ฟังเพลงYa Bih (Explicit)

Ya Bih (Explicit) - Yo Gotti/Moneybagg Yo

Lyrics by：Mario Mims/Demario White, Jr./BryTavious Chambers

Composed by：Mario Mims/Demario White, Jr./BryTavious Chambers

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Tay Keith f**k These n***as Up

I'm legend my life should be studied

I come from nothing run up a thirty

F**ked on a superstar b***h and I butted

Christian Louboutin yea I been blooded

I'm not a crip but I got blues in my pocket

Too many blues won't fit in the wallet

Cristopher wallets everything B I G we are the hunnids

Your b***h outta pocket I don't f**kin 'em

Your b***h a little bag I am duckin' 'em

Your b***h a lil bad I am cuffin' 'em

I turn your lil b***h to a hussler

Your b***h on a d**e s**t she a costumer

I'm tired of your b***h had enough of her

She like cars we f**ked in a Colonel

Gotta umbrella her

We made it to water 60 minutes and I had the d**gs off

How you let a b***h make you fall off

Ayy come get your b***h I'ma call off

A hundred misscalls I block her

Oh yeah she determint can't stop her

She blew a bag at the doctor

60 brick impostor

Yeah my type of b***h don't need nail n***a

She got a boutique and a cold figure

You know she young she got an old n***a

And she gon' keep it real if the h*es with 'em

B***h you be

N***as be thirsty b***hes won't f**k with 'em

She on a shiff for real

Got her a*s done but it looked real

Your b***h outta pocket I don't f**kin 'em

Your b***h a little bag I am duckin' 'em

Your b***h a lil bad I am cuffin' 'em

I turn your lil b***h to a hussler

Your b***h on a d**e s**t she a costumer

I'm tired of your b***h had enough of her

She like cars we f**ked in a Colonel

Gotta umbrella her

That ain't your b***h that's our b***h

Mine too

We just gon' keep it in your house

You spent a thousand in Ruth Chris

I took that b***h to a d**e house

You see the difference is plenty

So many

Handle that emotion you know I'ma give it

And my eminent would a girl from my city

Soon as she get drunk we gon' fem on some flicky

I'm deep in my dog for roll me some truffles

Worry 'bout go so smoke out

My b***h got a bubble I beat it like she get in trouble

Get wet as a buss down

Told her stay out my business go get you a bini

She talk to a vendor on Whats Up

He mad as a b***h let me find out

Had his head holdin' my hunnid' come hide out

You the type little b***h get you for everything

In 'n out I only know how play mine

Them n***as corny she f**k with the bread guy

Shot my shot would have switch I got dead aim

Still wishin' they had me ex b***hes

You can pay me to pay attention

She fall in every rapper with a Richard Mille

Tryna f**k her way up get a meal ticket

Your b***h outta pocket I don't f**kin 'em

Your b***h a little bag I am duckin' 'em

Your b***h a lil bad I am cuffin' 'em

I turn your lil b***h to a hussler

Your b***h on a d**e s**t she a costumer

I'm tired of your b***h had enough of her

She like cars we f**ked in a Colonel

Gotta umbrella her