Ay Yea
Woah, What, Woah, What
Young Morii in the street, Ay
KFC Belly what you cooking, Ay Yea
What, Yea, What
Yea
We got red dots, We got 556
She all up on me, She ain't even my bitch (Ain't even my bitch)
And we know you talking, But you ain't saying shit
Why you f*cking hate, Because you don't get it
Yea we just f*cking around, I'm with the f*cking gang
And you can't compare, Cause bitch we ain't the same
Lil bitch I want my respect, I want it on my name
And if you gonna say something, Say that shit to my face (To my face)
Throw the drugs out, Say that to my face (To my face)
Passing through all my thoughts, That's a waste (Yea)
Putting all this work in, That's a taste
Spraying all these bullets, That's a trace (Grah Grah)
You ain't doing nothing trying to catch a case (Yea)
Talking all this shit what's that look on your face (Yea)
Passing all this shit, That's a lace
I'm blowing all these bitches off like I'm a gun and it's a ray (Brah Brah)
Bitch I get these bands, Man I'm rocking bape
And I get this cash, 300 dollar chains (300 dollar chains)
I told you I don't give a f*ck I stand on what I say
And I don't even f*cking care I just say"Ok"
They all pulling up hope they in a drop top, They all smoking purple za, It's a hotbox
I don't give a f*ck cause my shit on lock, Man I'm locked in, I don't give a f*ck nah (F*ck nah)
And once I do this shit man I ain't ever going back, I did this all on my own and yea I get this cash
I was never like him I'm paving different paths, I never need no one, Like f*ck my bitch ass dad
We got red dots, We got 556 (556)
She all up on me, She ain't even my bitch
And we know you talking, But you ain't saying shit (Yea)
Why you f*cking hate, Because you don't get it (Don't it)
Yea we just f*cking around, I'm with the f*cking gang
And you can't compare, Cause bitch we ain't the same
Lil bitch I want my respect, I want it on my name
And if you gonna say something, Say that shit to my face
Throw the drugs out, Say that to my face
Passing through all my thoughts, That's a waste
Putting all this work in, That's a taste
Spraying all these bullets, That's a trace
Woah, Yea
Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea
AyaMorii - THATSA (feat. NubZ) Lyrics
AyaMorii - THATSA (feat. NubZ) Lyrics
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Ay Yea
Woah, What, Woah, What
Young Morii in the street, Ay
KFC Belly what you cooking, Ay Yea
What, Yea, What
Yea
We got red dots, We got 556
She all up on me, She ain't even my bitch (Ain't even my bitch)
And we know you talking, But you ain't saying shit
Why you f*cking hate, Because you don't get it
Yea we just f*cking around, I'm with the f*cking gang
And you can't compare, Cause bitch we ain't the same
Lil bitch I want my respect, I want it on my name
And if you gonna say something, Say that shit to my face (To my face)
Throw the drugs out, Say that to my face (To my face)
Passing through all my thoughts, That's a waste (Yea)
Putting all this work in, That's a taste
Spraying all these bullets, That's a trace (Grah Grah)
You ain't doing nothing trying to catch a case (Yea)
Talking all this shit what's that look on your face (Yea)
Passing all this shit, That's a lace
I'm blowing all these bitches off like I'm a gun and it's a ray (Brah Brah)
Bitch I get these bands, Man I'm rocking bape
And I get this cash, 300 dollar chains (300 dollar chains)
I told you I don't give a f*ck I stand on what I say
And I don't even f*cking care I just say"Ok"
They all pulling up hope they in a drop top, They all smoking purple za, It's a hotbox
I don't give a f*ck cause my shit on lock, Man I'm locked in, I don't give a f*ck nah (F*ck nah)
And once I do this shit man I ain't ever going back, I did this all on my own and yea I get this cash
I was never like him I'm paving different paths, I never need no one, Like f*ck my bitch ass dad
We got red dots, We got 556 (556)
She all up on me, She ain't even my bitch
And we know you talking, But you ain't saying shit (Yea)
Why you f*cking hate, Because you don't get it (Don't it)
Yea we just f*cking around, I'm with the f*cking gang
And you can't compare, Cause bitch we ain't the same
Lil bitch I want my respect, I want it on my name
And if you gonna say something, Say that shit to my face
Throw the drugs out, Say that to my face
Passing through all my thoughts, That's a waste
Putting all this work in, That's a taste
Spraying all these bullets, That's a trace
Woah, Yea
Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea
Woah, What, Woah, What
Young Morii in the street, Ay
KFC Belly what you cooking, Ay Yea
What, Yea, What
Yea
We got red dots, We got 556
She all up on me, She ain't even my bitch (Ain't even my bitch)
And we know you talking, But you ain't saying shit
Why you f*cking hate, Because you don't get it
Yea we just f*cking around, I'm with the f*cking gang
And you can't compare, Cause bitch we ain't the same
Lil bitch I want my respect, I want it on my name
And if you gonna say something, Say that shit to my face (To my face)
Throw the drugs out, Say that to my face (To my face)
Passing through all my thoughts, That's a waste (Yea)
Putting all this work in, That's a taste
Spraying all these bullets, That's a trace (Grah Grah)
You ain't doing nothing trying to catch a case (Yea)
Talking all this shit what's that look on your face (Yea)
Passing all this shit, That's a lace
I'm blowing all these bitches off like I'm a gun and it's a ray (Brah Brah)
Bitch I get these bands, Man I'm rocking bape
And I get this cash, 300 dollar chains (300 dollar chains)
I told you I don't give a f*ck I stand on what I say
And I don't even f*cking care I just say"Ok"
They all pulling up hope they in a drop top, They all smoking purple za, It's a hotbox
I don't give a f*ck cause my shit on lock, Man I'm locked in, I don't give a f*ck nah (F*ck nah)
And once I do this shit man I ain't ever going back, I did this all on my own and yea I get this cash
I was never like him I'm paving different paths, I never need no one, Like f*ck my bitch ass dad
We got red dots, We got 556 (556)
She all up on me, She ain't even my bitch
And we know you talking, But you ain't saying shit (Yea)
Why you f*cking hate, Because you don't get it (Don't it)
Yea we just f*cking around, I'm with the f*cking gang
And you can't compare, Cause bitch we ain't the same
Lil bitch I want my respect, I want it on my name
And if you gonna say something, Say that shit to my face
Throw the drugs out, Say that to my face
Passing through all my thoughts, That's a waste
Putting all this work in, That's a taste
Spraying all these bullets, That's a trace
Woah, Yea
Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea
Writer: Owen Gabriel, Chad Longeway
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid