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Lil Tjay

"REPLAY"

[Intro: Dee Gomes]
Ayyy (Yaaa)
Yaaaa (Yaaa Yaaa)
Ayy, Ayy
(Lord!)

[Chorus: Dee Gomes & Lil TJay]
Diamond you know that my DJ
He keep my records on replay
Don’t care ‘bout what he say or she say
Runnin’ to the bag like a relay
Now I’m in the booth with Lil TJay
Me bro OSF turnin’ the city up
And I know they gonna hate, I don’t give a f*ck
I done fumbled a bag, watch me live it up
(Noo)


[Verse 1: Lil TJay]
Gotta get to the bands, they don’t understand
Bout to hit 125k on the gram
I ain't slacking wasting time, always had a plan
Only thing man on my mind is them Benjamins
I gotta prove the haters wrong ‘cause they doubted me
My biggest goal was for mama to be proud of me
Remember grandma used to cook me up some collard greens
Young man made 100 bands out of slaughtery
Gotta get it, gotta go, I be on the road
Doing shows, get the dough, let the money flow
I just blew about 5 in the Gucci store
Bros switch flows
Different cities, f*cking different hoes
Move Wok in my circles then you gotta go
Cause y'all don’t got the 40 cal when he finna blow
Y'all n*ggas up next better deal with it
Don’t play the field no more but I’m still wit’ it

[Pre-Chorus: Lil TJay]
Choppa' Gone Bang !
Dare a n*gga talk hot on my name
Mama know I’m a savage she prayin’
Heard a op n*ggas know where I’m layin’
Now I Don’t Care !
That boy pus*y, he shot in the air
Now I’m focusing on my career
b*tches see me, they scream and they stare

[Chorus: Dee Gomes & Lil TJay]
Diamond you know that my DJ
He keep my records on replay
Don’t care ‘bout what he say or she say
Runnin’ to the bag like a relay
Now I’m in the booth with Lil TJay
Me bro OSF turnin’ the city up
And I know they gonna hate, I don’t give a f*ck
I done fumbled a bag, watch me live it up
(Noo)


[Verse 1: King OSF]
Time to turn a couple grams to a couple grand
Only missing was a stack of a hunnid bands
Now let’s pull up to the ave, better hit the dash
Try catch a n*gga, not so fast
f*ck that cause’ I’m not going back
I ain’t trippin' cause I got to the bag
Now these lil b*tches wanna hang with me
Instagram cappin’ you not really bad
Puts in the work, all for a dollar
Hop in the vert, drippin designer
Always show love, that my persona
n*ggas gone hate but they know I’m the hottest
So put some respect on my name
Before we send shots at your brain
I'ma pull up with the gang
And we gone pull up with your main
40 gone bang
Lil TJay he gone make it rain
Dee Gomes just pulled up in a range
These b*tches be going insane
They wanna hang
But I just swerve like Nascar
In my city I’m that boy
Lord !

[Chorus: Dee Gomes & Lil TJay]
Diamond you know that my DJ
He keep my records on replay
Don’t care ‘bout what he say or she say
Runnin’ to the bag like a relay
Now I’m in the booth with Lil TJay
Me bro OSF turnin’ the city up
And I know they gonna hate, I don’t give a f*ck
I done fumbled a bag, watch me live it up
(Noo)

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