DUH

Album cover art for "DUH" by Tay B

Tay B - Rap, Detroit Trap

DUH

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Duration: 2:25

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[Intro] Huh Phew, huh, yeah All facts, yeah, nigga, mm-mm, mm-mm, huh You know what the fuck goin' on, mm, yeah [Verse 1] Yeah, bad bitches love me, huh, broke niggas envy me I should drink a Red Bull 'cause I ain't got the energy They should nickname me Dr. Evil, you my mini me I know I hit your bitch, but how the fuck that make us enemies? Plain Jane on, diamonds on my neck, it's clarity No, I am not stingy, I got two bitches sharin' me Send the lil' bros to Houston, get the gas from Lil Jairmy Had to buy the bitch a bag, 'cause what she wearin' gon' embarrass me I slut her out, you married her I'm only rockin' karats If my watch ain't comin' with the box and papers, I can't wear it My diamonds comin straight from my Icebox, you went to Jerry I really came up off movin' bud like I'm Terrance, huh [Chorus] Do you got your blick? Duh "Tay, is you rich?" Duh Two bitches with me, one fatigued and one thick, duh "Tay, is you gon' take 'em on a chase if you get flicked?" Duh Why this nigga tryna beef with me? I hit his bitch, duh (Mm-mm) [Verse 2] Nigga, I'm a real boss hog, just like Swim Thug I ran it up in Cleveland off the Browns like I'm Nick Chubb, huh You can never lil' bro me, call me big cuz, huh These not no fuckin' Vans, these the Rick ones And it's all facts, you know them boys can't be fucked with Seven thousand for my jeans, remember wearin' truck fit I'm still icy while I'm dull, though I don't ever touch shit My closest friend did me slimy, I can't never trust shit Don't let these rappers lie to y'all Phew, phew, then I'm drivin' off He survived the headshot, get that boy some Tylenol I ain't gon lie, this bitch is way too bad, I took the condom off These internet thugs be playin' hard, these niggas cotton soft Me and Baby bust on M's, it ain't no point in signin' y'all These rap niggas real iffy, I ain't tryna rhyme with y'all How the fuck you freeze up with yo' blick? I can't ride with y'all Two hundred thousand on my wrist and the timin' off [Refrain] Did I hit your bitch? Duh Did she suck my dick? Duh Yeah, she got a nice lil' body, pretty lips, duh See a nigga and I don't like him, floom, floom, R.I.P cuz Took a pretty bitch shoppin', fucked around and spent a dub I'm gettin' to a bag, duh You goin' out sad, duh I'm number one now, you know I started off at last, duh If you see him hidin' in the house, I'm on his ass, duh I can do this shit myself and I got niggas that'll crash, duh

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Credits

Writers
  • Tay B
  • Teej
  • Klassified Beats