Lay Wit Ya Songtext
von Isaiah Rashad feat. Duke Deuce

Big wheel (as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Yeah, yeah (ri-ridin′ in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Ayy, ayy (ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Cole, you stupid (ridin′ in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Yeah (ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Ayy (ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Yeah, yeah, (ri-ridin′ in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Yeah, big wheels (ridin′ in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
(Ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)

Big wheel got that motherf- skatin′ hard
Chill pill got me high but can I lay with ya?
Last year, you was my b-, now you my baby girl
Last year, you was my b-, now you my baby girl


I'm a cold piece of work (yeah)
Whippin′ enough to serve (yeah), what was for dessert? (Yeah)
I'm a Gucci Mane, you a Captain Kirk
I don′t wanna flirt (yeah), tell me, what's the word?
You know what's up (yeah), always on the cusp (yeah)
What′s that in your cup? (Cup) Sippin′ on dat (sippin' on dat)
Yeah, never in a rush (Rush), kickin′ out the-
I get off the bus (yeah)

Big wheel got that motherf- skatin' hard
Chill pill got me high but can I lay with ya?
Last year, you was my b-, now you my baby girl
Last year, you was my b-, now you my baby girl

Big wheel got that motherf- skatin′ hard
Chill pill got me high but can I lay with ya? (Ha-ha, bitch)
Last year, you was my b-, now you my baby girl
Last year, you was my b-, now you my baby girl (ayy, ayy)

Triple M, triple M, triple M, triple M, huh?
Triple M, triple M, triple M, triple M, huh?
Triple M, triple M, triple M, triple M
Triple M, triple M, triple M, triple M, gang, gang

Triple M be crunk as f-
Hype as f-, but don't stop the dose
Duke Deuce, your name hot as f- (huh?)
Ain′t met one b- who would not f-
Focus, f- that pistol tucked for p- n- actin' tough (brrt)
F- a Draco, keep that capital K for range, that's if you run
F- b-, ain′t no cuffin′ b- like them other n- (yeah)


Tough decisions in this rappin' business
Ain′t no bein' friendly (yeah)
Old n- turned to enemies, now I′m seein' plenty (seein′)
Strictly business, they like "Duke, you're trippin"
B-, I need a milli'

Plenty people used to sleep up on me, now I′m seekin′ vengeance
Cold ice and cold heart, b-, you know we strictly pimpin'
Tryna keep rappin′, these n- keep cappin'
The p- rappers keep f- with me
You′re hustlin' backwards, I pull up in Raptor
I′m strapped with them triple, them brothers with me (ayy, ayy)
Triple M, triple M, triple M, triple M (ayy, ayy)

Big wheel got that motherf- skatin' hard (huh?)
Chill pill got me high but can I lay with ya? (Huh?)
Last year, you was my b-, now you my baby girl
Last year, you was my b-, now you my baby girl (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Big wheel got that motherf- skatin' hard (huh?)
Chill pill got me high but can I lay with ya? (Huh?)
Last year, you was my b-, now you my baby girl
Last year, you was my b-, now you my baby girl (yeah, yeah, yeah)