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Why Not (feat. GG Navi) Video (MV)




Performed By: Tay900
Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: Romando Monroe
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Tay900 - Why Not (feat. GG Navi) Lyrics
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This that Mississippi shit, nigga Why not?
Post up in them trenches today, why not?
I might just sow up the block, why not?
I might just serve me a J, why not?
Walk down on a opp, broad day, why not?
I might just pour me a four, why not?
Pop out with them racks today, why not?
F*ck a broke nigga, bitch, why not?
Gotta stay strapped with fire, why not?
F&N on me, I'm never lackin', lil' nigga
Wish you would try takin' some, nigga
Young Trench, baby, ain't no cap about me, nigga
Go ask the hood about me nigga
I grew up round, junkies, dope boys and robbers
And niggas who really be steppin
900 the Klan, bitch, we the mob
Shit, can get hetic reach for my throat
Pussy, you gonna die by this necklace, huh
What?, old heads tryna get me to calm em' down
Them young niggas wreckin' shit, nigga
When we talkin' bout bags and gas
I got the recipe, nigga, get the loot
Then I shake the spot, I got a shag ass
Ole goofy nigga, you the type to chase pussy
Before you chase the bag
She tryna hit the head again tonight
But that shit was too trash
392, burnt the trap out with Jay
And this hoe go too fast
Himmy Neutron when the pack touchdown
That mean I gotta blast
F*ck nigga mad, they hate that I took off
Feelin' like Gucci, them haters get shook off
Say that it's up, watch his ass get sprayed down
Walk with this shit on my back like a Spray Ground
Forever stuck up in the trap, that's my playground
Forever stuck up in the trap, that's my playground
Trap, trap, trap
Double G put this shit on the map
No pen, no pad, this shit right off the flap
No Sett', she gon' move off a snap
Watch my brother come up straight finessin' off trap
Freaky bitch shakin' ass, goin' crazy
I love what she doin', she makin' shit clap
Wrong move, lil bruh, tapping, yo dome straight to
Sleep swear to God, you might take you a nap
448 come get you a blessing
Call up Lil Bell for a purchase, he ready
Well known in my hood, zone 3, I be repping'
How the f*ck he a killer, that nigga ain't stepping
Trip bout a bitch man I'm done with the stressing,
Ain't no love in my heart life
Done taught me lesson, you think I'm a hoe
Run up and just test me slap the shit out a nigga, I ain't with all that flexin'
Putting my trust in the bitch, man, I can't, why not?
Man, these hoes be f*ckin', that is no doubt
Cookin' shit in the kitchen, no pan no trout
Comin' straight from the sipp, come and see what I'm bout
Really just talkin', don't know what I'm doin
Niggas hatin' from the past, give a f*ck what they doin
Better watch yo lil hoe, if she go, I'm a screw her
Yeah, I'm a screw her
Yeah, nigga, linked up with gang, you know what I'm doin
Linked up with Tay, you know what I'm doin
Why not? Why not
Yeah, yeah
On God
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This that Mississippi shit, nigga Why not?
Post up in them trenches today, why not?
I might just sow up the block, why not?
I might just serve me a J, why not?
Walk down on a opp, broad day, why not?
I might just pour me a four, why not?
Pop out with them racks today, why not?
F*ck a broke nigga, bitch, why not?
Gotta stay strapped with fire, why not?
F&N on me, I'm never lackin', lil' nigga
Wish you would try takin' some, nigga
Young Trench, baby, ain't no cap about me, nigga
Go ask the hood about me nigga
I grew up round, junkies, dope boys and robbers
And niggas who really be steppin
900 the Klan, bitch, we the mob
Shit, can get hetic reach for my throat
Pussy, you gonna die by this necklace, huh
What?, old heads tryna get me to calm em' down
Them young niggas wreckin' shit, nigga
When we talkin' bout bags and gas
I got the recipe, nigga, get the loot
Then I shake the spot, I got a shag ass
Ole goofy nigga, you the type to chase pussy
Before you chase the bag
She tryna hit the head again tonight
But that shit was too trash
392, burnt the trap out with Jay
And this hoe go too fast
Himmy Neutron when the pack touchdown
That mean I gotta blast
F*ck nigga mad, they hate that I took off
Feelin' like Gucci, them haters get shook off
Say that it's up, watch his ass get sprayed down
Walk with this shit on my back like a Spray Ground
Forever stuck up in the trap, that's my playground
Forever stuck up in the trap, that's my playground
Trap, trap, trap
Double G put this shit on the map
No pen, no pad, this shit right off the flap
No Sett', she gon' move off a snap
Watch my brother come up straight finessin' off trap
Freaky bitch shakin' ass, goin' crazy
I love what she doin', she makin' shit clap
Wrong move, lil bruh, tapping, yo dome straight to
Sleep swear to God, you might take you a nap
448 come get you a blessing
Call up Lil Bell for a purchase, he ready
Well known in my hood, zone 3, I be repping'
How the f*ck he a killer, that nigga ain't stepping
Trip bout a bitch man I'm done with the stressing,
Ain't no love in my heart life
Done taught me lesson, you think I'm a hoe
Run up and just test me slap the shit out a nigga, I ain't with all that flexin'
Putting my trust in the bitch, man, I can't, why not?
Man, these hoes be f*ckin', that is no doubt
Cookin' shit in the kitchen, no pan no trout
Comin' straight from the sipp, come and see what I'm bout
Really just talkin', don't know what I'm doin
Niggas hatin' from the past, give a f*ck what they doin
Better watch yo lil hoe, if she go, I'm a screw her
Yeah, I'm a screw her
Yeah, nigga, linked up with gang, you know what I'm doin
Linked up with Tay, you know what I'm doin
Why not? Why not
Yeah, yeah
On God
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Writer: Romando Monroe
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