DJ Tay B. - No Topic 3 (feat. Tay Bandz)

Yeah
It's Deja D on the track
Let's go
Yeah hoe
Yea yea yeah (yeah hoe)
Yeah
Yea yea yeah (yeah hoe)
You're in the mix with the one and only Mr TayTookYaGirl
Let's go
Eat the beat up like spaghetti
I told a bitch come step to me if you ready
Worse nightmare in ya dreams like I'm Freddy
I go triple dumb call it Ed, Edd n Eddy
Getting real heavy like chevys
I ask a hoe how ya ridin like my name was Webbie
You wanna see me I'm climbing the levy
I'm ready gotta bring me the confetti
It's Deja D but I think you know
Real smart chick with a stupid flow
Always gone switch up the tempo
Freeze bitches up like a photo
Who really fuckin than me? (nobody)
Can't you see that I'm the 1 not the 2 or the 3
Come with the heat If you getting to close
Might get burned to the first degree (no cap)
Hmm let's see really been kickin shit since a lil toddler
I kill the scene in my top and my joggers
I need the hundreds, the 20's and dollars
If rapping fail you know I'm a scholar
Testing my savage I go dumb might just loose it
Ima do it put that stick all in ya back just like I'm Cupid
Lil itty bitty but macho
Get this bag I call it my motto (bag)
Make it real like Wanda and Cosmo
Ima move like I hit the lotto
If real recognize real then who the fuck are you? (huuhh)
And you can't be a weak bitch if you in my crew (yeah hoe)
Ima flow like a river, say I'm with UPS I deliver the package
I'm far from from the average i'm more than a savage
Like Micheal Jackson you remember
Ima dismember the beat, Deja D she too neat
She bring heat but she cool as December
I am not fucking with fakers, Bye bye see ya later
I cut that ass off in November (bye)
Rollin (rollin)
Rollin (rollin)
Rollin
Bitch I'm rolling (let's go)
Can't catch me i'm in the fast lane
Speeding pass thangs (yeah hoe)
Never been the one to explain
This drip a leave a stain (let's go)
Trending trend setter so fall in line
Get the beat rip it up they like damn she do this all the time
I can't stop I'm on my grind
City got my back like they my spine
Built for the pressure I don't mind
870 it's our time (870)
Got em tryna spit game talkin that talk
Wanna come and spend a dime on it
Nigga telling me he gone do this and do that well put a time on it
Ain't doing nun if you did I didn't see it, must be blind folded
Ion fuck with lames, ion fuck with lies
Mess around leave with ya eyes swollen
We gone call it tough titty, call it tough luck
Call it too bad cause I give two fucks (give no fucks)
I let it roll off my back like a duck
I don't quack quack but I can buss buss (yeea)
Keep the goons with me and they clutch clutch
Can't get close, two had touch
See me and you shoot, two hands up
People talk too much done gave yo mans up
Stacking the bread from the floor to the ceiling
When you a dime bitch you more than a penny (yeea)
Corn bread fed know im talking about Jiffy (yeea)
Tell em I need that new Louie like Renni (yeah hoe)
I'm hard on a hoe I ain't showing no pitty (huuhh)
Put in the work like I got a committee
Stepping like Jeezy put on for my city
And leaving my mark like a mfn hickey
Rollin (rollin)
Rollin (bitch we rollin)
Rollin (rollin)
Bitch i'm rolling (yeah hoe)
Can't catch me i'm in the fast lane
Speeding pass thangs (skrr skrr)
Never been the one to explain
This drip a leave a stain (yeea)

Written by:
Deja Dixson, Keionte Brown, Tay Butler

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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