All that tough talk that shit don't work
If he fifty grab the forty out the holster
That's your shawty well she was 'til I stole her
On her knees she a champ she a soldier
Big bands baby I know niggas hate me
Taking off the safety I air it out like Brady
A nigga been on bullshit lately
Now these bitches flock make her say please
He gonna get popped if he move
She gon' give me top play it cool
They been playing games I'm never in the mood
I tell shawty bring a friend I like when they come in twos
I can't help it if I got all of these bands on me
Why you talking down know you a fan of me
Never leave the crib without my chain on
Pick the phone up know I'm on your ringtone
I give her something to shake ass to she popping
I hit a lick and do the dash too it aint no stopping
She want me but that's what cash do check the pocket
I like my baby with an attitude it aint no problem
But let a nigga act rude I'ma have to pop shit
Thought it was a bluff boy left me with no option
Niggas in their feelings but at least I kept it honest
And if he on that opp shit we turn him to a target lil bitch
All that tough talk that shit don't work
If he fifty grab the forty out the holster
That's your shawty well she was 'til I stole her
On her knees she a champ she a soldier
Big bands baby I know niggas hate me
Taking off the safety I air it out like Brady
A nigga been on bullshit lately
Now these bitches flock make her say please
He got a lot of big talk
For a nigga who cant even make a hit song
Got the work no July 4th I get that shit off
He get the bag and get it fumbled now that nigga looking puzzled like a jigsaw
How you f*ck up your whole come up
Seeing sounds hearing colors
Watch the chopper getting upped
Last words then I done him
All that tough talk that shit don't work
If he fifty grab the forty out the holster
That's your shawty well she was 'til I stole her
On her knees she a champ she a soldier
Big bands baby I know niggas hate me
Taking off the safety I air it out like Brady
A nigga been on bullshit lately
Now these bitches flock make her say please
Jaye Alpha - Lately Lyrics
Jaye Alpha - Lately Lyrics
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All that tough talk that shit don't work
If he fifty grab the forty out the holster
That's your shawty well she was 'til I stole her
On her knees she a champ she a soldier
Big bands baby I know niggas hate me
Taking off the safety I air it out like Brady
A nigga been on bullshit lately
Now these bitches flock make her say please
He gonna get popped if he move
She gon' give me top play it cool
They been playing games I'm never in the mood
I tell shawty bring a friend I like when they come in twos
I can't help it if I got all of these bands on me
Why you talking down know you a fan of me
Never leave the crib without my chain on
Pick the phone up know I'm on your ringtone
I give her something to shake ass to she popping
I hit a lick and do the dash too it aint no stopping
She want me but that's what cash do check the pocket
I like my baby with an attitude it aint no problem
But let a nigga act rude I'ma have to pop shit
Thought it was a bluff boy left me with no option
Niggas in their feelings but at least I kept it honest
And if he on that opp shit we turn him to a target lil bitch
All that tough talk that shit don't work
If he fifty grab the forty out the holster
That's your shawty well she was 'til I stole her
On her knees she a champ she a soldier
Big bands baby I know niggas hate me
Taking off the safety I air it out like Brady
A nigga been on bullshit lately
Now these bitches flock make her say please
He got a lot of big talk
For a nigga who cant even make a hit song
Got the work no July 4th I get that shit off
He get the bag and get it fumbled now that nigga looking puzzled like a jigsaw
How you f*ck up your whole come up
Seeing sounds hearing colors
Watch the chopper getting upped
Last words then I done him
All that tough talk that shit don't work
If he fifty grab the forty out the holster
That's your shawty well she was 'til I stole her
On her knees she a champ she a soldier
Big bands baby I know niggas hate me
Taking off the safety I air it out like Brady
A nigga been on bullshit lately
Now these bitches flock make her say please
If he fifty grab the forty out the holster
That's your shawty well she was 'til I stole her
On her knees she a champ she a soldier
Big bands baby I know niggas hate me
Taking off the safety I air it out like Brady
A nigga been on bullshit lately
Now these bitches flock make her say please
He gonna get popped if he move
She gon' give me top play it cool
They been playing games I'm never in the mood
I tell shawty bring a friend I like when they come in twos
I can't help it if I got all of these bands on me
Why you talking down know you a fan of me
Never leave the crib without my chain on
Pick the phone up know I'm on your ringtone
I give her something to shake ass to she popping
I hit a lick and do the dash too it aint no stopping
She want me but that's what cash do check the pocket
I like my baby with an attitude it aint no problem
But let a nigga act rude I'ma have to pop shit
Thought it was a bluff boy left me with no option
Niggas in their feelings but at least I kept it honest
And if he on that opp shit we turn him to a target lil bitch
All that tough talk that shit don't work
If he fifty grab the forty out the holster
That's your shawty well she was 'til I stole her
On her knees she a champ she a soldier
Big bands baby I know niggas hate me
Taking off the safety I air it out like Brady
A nigga been on bullshit lately
Now these bitches flock make her say please
He got a lot of big talk
For a nigga who cant even make a hit song
Got the work no July 4th I get that shit off
He get the bag and get it fumbled now that nigga looking puzzled like a jigsaw
How you f*ck up your whole come up
Seeing sounds hearing colors
Watch the chopper getting upped
Last words then I done him
All that tough talk that shit don't work
If he fifty grab the forty out the holster
That's your shawty well she was 'til I stole her
On her knees she a champ she a soldier
Big bands baby I know niggas hate me
Taking off the safety I air it out like Brady
A nigga been on bullshit lately
Now these bitches flock make her say please
Writer: Ronald McKnight
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