Chords for Isaiah Rashad - Lay Wit Ya ft. Duke Deuce (Official Music Video)

_ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _ Yo, like [E] dead ass though, how long y'all been in the-
[Ab] It shouldn't take for grown ass people to do this shit that quick.
I'm in love with this fucking crew.
_ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _ Text [Em] _ [Abm] _ _ [Gb] him, cause he needs to [E] stop screaming at me.
You stupid.
Bitch.
[Abm] _ _ Hey. _ _ _
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Bitch, lil', got them motherfuckin' skatin' home.
Chills, lil', got me high but cannot let me go.
Last year you was my business, now you my baby girl.
Last year you was my business, now you my baby girl.
Well, I owe you.
My whole piece of work,
Open up the surf,
What was for dessert?
I'm a Gucci mane,
You a Captain Kirk,
I don't want no flirt.
Tell me what's the word, pussy
Bitch, you know what's up, always on the cuss
You stay in your cup, sippin' on that
Yeah, move it in a rush, get out the slush
Get out the bus, pussy
Backfield got them motherfuckers skating home
Chill pill got me high but cannot lay with y'all
[Gb] Last [Abm] year you was my bitch, now you my baby girl
Last year you was my bitch, now you my baby girl
Backfield got them motherfuckers skating home
Chill pill got me high but cannot lay with y'all
Last year you was my bitch, now you my baby girl
Last year you was my bitch, now you my baby girl Ay, ay
_ Huh? _ _
Huh?
_ _ What the fuck?
Triple L don't be crooked, fuck
Type is fuck but don't stop the dust
Don't use your name, hot as fuck
I ain't met one bitch who will not fuck
Fuck is fucked and pissed or tough or [G] pussy
Niggas actin' tough, [Ab] fuck a Draco
Keep that camera, they came from Ranxess if you're right
Fuckin' bitches, ain't no cuffin' bitches
Like them other niggas, talk decisions
In this rappin' business, ain't no bein' friendly
All angles turn to enemies, now I'm seein' fiends
Screamin' business, they like, Duke a trippin'
Bitch, I [Em] need a million, [Abm] penny
People used to sleep up on me, now I'm seekin' vengeance
Cold ice and cold heart, bitch, you know we stinkly
Pimpin', tryna keep rappin' these niggas
Keep tappin' these pussy ass rappers, keep fuckin' with me
You hustlin' rappers, I pull up and rap the hush
Trap with them triple L brothers with me
Triple L, Triple L, Triple L, Triple L
Big Bill got them motherfuckers skatein' home
Chill Bill got me high but you not late with your own
Last year you was my bitch, now you my baby girl
Last year you was my bitch, now you my baby girl
Big Bill got them motherfuckers skatein' home
Chill Bill got me high but you not late with your own
Last year you was my bitch, now you my baby girl
Last year you was my bitch, now you my baby [Fm] _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ [Eb] _ _
[G] _ [Abm] _ _ girl
Came out bussin', came out [Gb] ruffin'
Came out [F] fuckin' on your cousin
I do all these fluses, words with Vinny, daddy
But you, brother, you in [N] trouble
I'm the Senate, I'm gon' rob her, do a settin'
That's your business, it ain't shit
I went shoppin', that's it, runnin' _ _ _
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