SLAYER
Ay, yah
Fuck that shit, yah, yah
Fuck that shit, yah, yah
You a bitch, yah, yah
You's a bitch, yah, yah
Fuck that shit, yah, yah
Fuck that shit, yah, yah
You's a bitch, yah, yah
You a bitch, yah, yah
Stackin' the money, I'm stackin' the paper
You not a friend of me, you is a hater
I'm gettin' rich while I'm speakin' a prayer
I can't forget to catch all of y'all later
Pull up on me, turn yo' ass to a fader
Who is that hoe, I don't care, we don't pay her
My name not Tay and my music got gayer
Bitch, I'm a slayer, yah (Ay)
I got on me a full Designer fit (Designer) yah (Ayy)
Fuck up, not me, yea, I'm a stylish bitch (I'm stylish) yah (Bitch)
Cut out the green and put my life on it (My life) yah (Green)
I'm off the Bean, yea, that's that Sci-Fi shit (That's that Sci-Fi shit, woah)
Countin' up bands, fill my account (What)
Time to go public, I might turn you out (Out)
Watch what I do, movin' to South (South)
Imma keep talkin' and runnin' my mouth (Runnin' my mouth)
I'm a bad bitch, ain't no way to deny it (No)
All of your hatin', it got me real' tired (Ay)
I'm runnin' up, and my bars is on fire (Fire)
Bitch, I'm a bottom, but I took it higher
(Ay, wouh, ayy, yah)
My coupe automatic (My coupe automatic)
Your stream got static (It got what?)
Fuck all yo' antics (Fuck all yo', yah)
My shit classic (My shit classic)
Shoutout Celina (Celina)
Shoutout Jasmin (OK)
They be the realest (realest, what)
We still flexin' (Wouh)
I-I-I'm the baddest in the gang (In the gang)
I run it up everyday (Everyday)
Funny how you love to hate (Love to hate)
Sorry, but this shit is lame (This shit lame)
I-I'm the player, you get played (You get played)
Steady throwin' out the shade (Out the shade)
Fuck you and all of your fake (Your fake)
Can't have that shit around me (No no)
I'm on top (I'm on top)
Got that guap (Guap, guap)
Bitch, I'm rich (Rich as who?)
Rich as fuck (Ay, yah)
Know your place (Know your place)
Know your spot (Know it, bitch)
On the stage (On the what)
You a flop (What, bitch)
Watch me ballin', gettin' lit (ay ay)
Water runnin' down the wrist (Wouh)
I be hotter than yo' bitch (Ay ay)
That's why all y'all can't resist (No)
Don't give a shit 'bout the opps ('Bout the opps)
I made that beat, gimme props (Gimme props)
I produced this whole drop (Whole drop)
None of these beats from the shop (No)
(Huh, ouu, ayy)
Yah (Ayy)
Fuck that shit, yah, yah
Fuck that shit, yah, yah
You a bitch, yah, yah
You's a bitch, yah, yah
Fuck that shit, yah, yah
Fuck that shit, yah, yah
You's a bitch, yah, yah
You a bitch, yah, yah
Stackin' the money, I'm stackin' the paper
You not a friend of me, you is a hater
I'm gettin' rich while I'm speakin' a prayer
I can't forget to catch all of y'all later
Pull up on me, turn yo' ass to a fader
Who is that hoe, I don't care, we don't pay her
My name not Tay and my music got gayer
Bitch, I'm a slayer, yah (Wouh)
(Thaha)
Fuck that shit, yah, yah
Fuck that shit, yah, yah
You a bitch, yah, yah
You's a bitch, yah, yah
Fuck that shit, yah, yah
Fuck that shit, yah, yah
You's a bitch, yah, yah
You a bitch, yah, yah
Stackin' the money, I'm stackin' the paper
You not a friend of me, you is a hater
I'm gettin' rich while I'm speakin' a prayer
I can't forget to catch all of y'all later
Pull up on me, turn yo' ass to a fader
Who is that hoe, I don't care, we don't pay her
My name not Tay and my music got gayer
Bitch, I'm a slayer, yah (Ay)
I got on me a full Designer fit (Designer) yah (Ayy)
Fuck up, not me, yea, I'm a stylish bitch (I'm stylish) yah (Bitch)
Cut out the green and put my life on it (My life) yah (Green)
I'm off the Bean, yea, that's that Sci-Fi shit (That's that Sci-Fi shit, woah)
Countin' up bands, fill my account (What)
Time to go public, I might turn you out (Out)
Watch what I do, movin' to South (South)
Imma keep talkin' and runnin' my mouth (Runnin' my mouth)
I'm a bad bitch, ain't no way to deny it (No)
All of your hatin', it got me real' tired (Ay)
I'm runnin' up, and my bars is on fire (Fire)
Bitch, I'm a bottom, but I took it higher
(Ay, wouh, ayy, yah)
My coupe automatic (My coupe automatic)
Your stream got static (It got what?)
Fuck all yo' antics (Fuck all yo', yah)
My shit classic (My shit classic)
Shoutout Celina (Celina)
Shoutout Jasmin (OK)
They be the realest (realest, what)
We still flexin' (Wouh)
I-I-I'm the baddest in the gang (In the gang)
I run it up everyday (Everyday)
Funny how you love to hate (Love to hate)
Sorry, but this shit is lame (This shit lame)
I-I'm the player, you get played (You get played)
Steady throwin' out the shade (Out the shade)
Fuck you and all of your fake (Your fake)
Can't have that shit around me (No no)
I'm on top (I'm on top)
Got that guap (Guap, guap)
Bitch, I'm rich (Rich as who?)
Rich as fuck (Ay, yah)
Know your place (Know your place)
Know your spot (Know it, bitch)
On the stage (On the what)
You a flop (What, bitch)
Watch me ballin', gettin' lit (ay ay)
Water runnin' down the wrist (Wouh)
I be hotter than yo' bitch (Ay ay)
That's why all y'all can't resist (No)
Don't give a shit 'bout the opps ('Bout the opps)
I made that beat, gimme props (Gimme props)
I produced this whole drop (Whole drop)
None of these beats from the shop (No)
(Huh, ouu, ayy)
Yah (Ayy)
Fuck that shit, yah, yah
Fuck that shit, yah, yah
You a bitch, yah, yah
You's a bitch, yah, yah
Fuck that shit, yah, yah
Fuck that shit, yah, yah
You's a bitch, yah, yah
You a bitch, yah, yah
Stackin' the money, I'm stackin' the paper
You not a friend of me, you is a hater
I'm gettin' rich while I'm speakin' a prayer
I can't forget to catch all of y'all later
Pull up on me, turn yo' ass to a fader
Who is that hoe, I don't care, we don't pay her
My name not Tay and my music got gayer
Bitch, I'm a slayer, yah (Wouh)
(Thaha)
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Hofmeister
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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