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Lakeyah – Giannis Lyrics

Giannis Lyrics – Lakeyah

(Pooh, you a fool for this one)

Bitch, I’m bad off the wake up (Wake up)
First bitch try me, lay her down like a lacefront (Yeah)
I be on that boss shit, they be takin’ pay cuts (Yeah)
Me and Dolla tight, bitch (Bitch), I make these niggas pay up (Pay up)
This rap shit a lay up (On God)
Yeah, shit on bitches, it don’t take nothin’ (It don’t take nothin’)
Yeah, yeah, switch a nigga, it don’t take nothin’ (It don’t take nothin’)
Uh, I add a figure, it don’t take nothin’ (It don’t take nothin’)
This shit in me, it don’t take nothin’ (Yeah)
This rap shit a lay up (Yeah, yeah)

You ain’t rich enough to be my opp, bitch (Opp, bitch)
Uh, last time I checked, you a thot bitch (You a thot bitch)
I done flooded the baguette and made the watch drip (Yeah, yeah)
Know they probaby sayin’ that you bad, but you not, sis’ (But you not)
You ain’t got a check but you pressed, that’s some broke shit (That’s some broke shit)
I am not the one you wanna test, you ain’t know, sis’ (You ain’t know)
Ask somebody ’bout me, they gon’ tell you, I’m on go, sis’ (Trained to go)
Pipe it down, I’m not the one that you want smoke with (Nah)
Uh, I like my cars with the engines in the trunk (Yeah)
They say I’m the five minus four, I’m the one (I’m the one)
I went and bossed up, now all them hoes don’t owe me nothin’ (Shit)
And I keep a Tech for all them bitches actin’ dumb (Brrt, baow)

Bitch, I’m bad off the wake up (Wake up)
First bitch try me, lay her down like a lacefront (Yeah)
I be on that boss shit, they be takin’ pay cuts (Yeah)
Me and Dolla tight, bitch (Bitch), I make these niggas pay up (Pay up)
This rap shit a lay up (On God)
Yeah, shit on bitches, it don’t take nothin’ (It don’t take nothin’)
Yeah, yeah, switch a nigga, it don’t take nothin’ (It don’t take nothin’)
Uh, I add a figure, it don’t take nothin’ (It don’t take nothin’)
This shit in me, it don’t take nothin’ (Yeah)
This rap shit a lay up (Yeah, yeah)

Uh, just pour the eighth up (Pour the eighth up)
Wrist forze, throw my Rollie up, ain’t gotta say much (Ain’t gotta say shit)
Hunnid thousand in my pocket, got the bank tucked (Got the bank tucked)
Heavy bag, dog hit strong like the Tank puch (Woo)
Them bitches know who really havin’, richest in the city (The city)
Rose gold Audemars, look like the fifth of Remy (Damn)
Put Forgiatos on the Wraith, twenty-six the Bentley (Skrrt)
I can’t keep the dog shit in my pants, it won’t fit in skinnys (It won’t fit right)
Uh, yeah, I got dumb ice (Bitch)
I might buss a bitch wrist if she fuck right (Haha, haha)
Forty pokin’ out my ‘Miris, it ain’t tucked right (Pop, pop, pop)
Brodie took a nigga whole kicks ’cause he ain’t stunt right (Run that shit, pussy nigga, for real)

Bitch, I’m bad off the wake up (Wake up)
First bitch try me, lay her down like a lacefront (Yeah, what?)
I be on that boss shit, they be takin’ pay cuts (Yeah)
Me and Dolla tight, bitch (Bitch), I make these niggas pay up (Pay up)
This rap shit a lay up (Yeah,on God)
Yeah, shit on bitches, it don’t take nothin’ (It don’t take nothin’)
Yeah, yeah, switch a nigga, it don’t take nothin’ (It don’t take nothin’)
Uh, I add a figure, it don’t take nothin’ (It don’t take nothin’)
This shit in me, it don’t take nothin’ (Yeah)
This rap shit a lay up (Yeah, yeah)

(Shh)
This shit a lay up, this a easy jumper (Easy jumper)
Bitches hittin’ me to lay up when they need some comfort (Need some comfort)
Fifty thousand dollar plays, just made it at the Comfort Inn
Fifty thousand on my wrist, a nigga touch it, we gon’ spin
Ghetto Boyz for the win, bitch, I pull up in a Benz (Pull up in a Benz)
Presidential buss down, got me fuckin’ on twins (Got me fuckin’ on twins)
All I need in this life full of sin (In this life full of sin)
Is my pipe and some M’s (Some M’s), in this crazy ass life that we live
Real recognize real, that’s why I fuck with Lakeyah (That’s why I fuck with her)
Know some bitches tougher than these lil’ boys that pretend (Lil’ boys that pretend)
Know some OGs retired, get a bag once a year (Still get a bag)
I’m on they ass ’til they free my nigga Ri out the pen, yeah

Bitch, I’m bad off the wake up
First bitch try me, lay her down like a lacefront
I be on that boss shit, they be takin’ pay cuts (Yeah)
Me and Dolla tight, bitch (Bitch), I make these niggas pay up (Pay up)
This rap shit a lay up (On God)
Yeah, shit on bitches, it don’t take nothin’ (It don’t take nothin’)
Yeah, yeah, switch a nigga, it don’t take nothin’ (It don’t take nothin’)
Uh, I add a figure, it don’t take nothin’ (It don’t take nothin’)
This shit in me, it don’t take nothin’ (Yeah)
This rap shit a lay up (Yeah, yeah)