Lay Wit Ya Lyrics

[Intro: Isaiah Rashad & Three 6 Mafia]
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)
Bitch, 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, yeah, 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)
(Ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)

[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad]
Big wheel got that motherf*cker skatin' hard
Chill pill got me high but cannot lay with ya'
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl

[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
I'm a cold piece of work (Yeah)
Whippin' up 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? p*ssy
Bitch, you know what's up (Yeah), always on the cusp (Yeah)
What's that in your cup? (Cup) Sippin' on that (Sippin' on that)
Yeah, never in a rush (Rush), kickin' out the sluts (Sluts)
I get off the bus (Yeah), p*ssy

[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad & Duke Deuce]
Big wheel got that motherf*cker skatin' hard
Chill pill got me high but cannot lay with ya'
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (Yeah)
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big wheel got that motherf*cker skatin' hard
Chill pill got me high but cannot lay with ya' (Ha-ha, bitch)
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (Yeah, what the f*ck?)
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (Ayy, ayy)

[Bridge: Duke Deuce & Three 6 Mafia] Triple up, triple, up, triple up, triple up, huh?
Triple up, triple, up, triple up, triple up, huh?
Triple up, triple, up, triple up, triple up, what the f*ck?
Triple up, triple, up, triple up, triple up, gang, gang

[Verse 2: Duke Deuce & Three 6 Mafia]
Triple up, be crunk as f*ck
Hype as f*ck, but don't stop the dose
Duke Deuce, your name hot as f*ck (Huh?)
Ain't met one bitch who would not f*ck (Huh? Would not f*ck)
Buck as f*ck, that pistol tucked for p*ssy niggas actin' tough (Brrat, bah)
f*ck a Draco, keep that capital K for range, that's if you run
f*ckin' bitches, ain't no cuffin' bitches like them other niggas (Yeah)
Tough decisions in this rappin' business, ain't no bein' friendly (Yeah)
Old niggas turned to enemies, now I'm seein' plenty (Seein')
Strictly business, they like "Duke, you're trippin'," bitch, I need a milli'
Plenty people used to sleep up on me, now I'm seekin' vengeance (Bitch)
Cold ice and cold heart, bitch, you know we strictly pimpin'
Tryna keep rappin', these nigga keep cappin'
The p*ssy ass rappers keep f*ckin' with me (f*ckin' with me)
You're hustlin' backwards, I pull up in Raptor
I'm strapped with them triple, them brothers with me (Ayy, ayy)
Triple up, triple, up, triple up, triple up (Ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad & Duke Deuce]
Big wheel got that motherf*cker skatin' hard (Huh?)
Chill pill got me high but cannot lay with ya (Huh?)
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (What the f*ck?)
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big wheel got that motherf*cker skatin' hard (Huh?)
Chill pill got me high but cannot lay with ya (Huh?)
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (What the f*ck?)
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

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