Deja Vu lyrics

Yeah
b*tch ass n*gga you broke as f*ck
You still stayin' at ya mama house and that’s on my mama
You ain't got sh*t
You'll never have sh*t
Broke ass n*gga you ain’t trappin' for real
You ain't livin' like that
You ain't talkin' bout sh*t

These b*tches know I'm the rawest
Tell them lil hoes fall back like August
Too much drip like faucet
Know I'm makin’ em sick they nauseous Aye
Fly as a bird they hate that I’m flashy
You want the box
Just know that I'm taxin’
I'm Ready to bump
I'm really bout action
You n*ggas be broke
You really ain't trappin’
These b*tches know I'm the rawest
Tell them lil hoes fall back like August
Too much drip like faucеt
Know I'm makin' em sick they nauseous Ayе
Fly as a bird they hate that I'm flashy
You want the box
Just know that I'm taxin'
I'm Ready to bump
I'm really bout action
You n*ggas be broke
You really ain't trappin'
Got in my feelings and got me a Glock with extension
Have a b*tch poppin' up missin'
I don't give a f*ck about n*gga I'm addin' up digits
I'm tryna get riches on riches, yeah
Clean On Lean when I step on the scene
pus*y so good yeah that n*gga a fiend
I don't give a f*ck bout a n*gga, that green
Ain't no in-between
Gotta have it Yeah
Choppa in hand
Don't make me air it
I'm goin' up
Muhf*ckin' attic
I ain't Rihanna, but b*tch I'm a savage
Want cabbage on cabbage
Fly as a bird they hate that I'm flashy
You want the box Just know that I'm taxin'
I'm Ready to bump I'm really bout action
You n*ggas be broke You really ain't trappin'
And I mean it, he give me head when I'm fiendin'
pus*y too wet, it be skeetin' Yeah
I'm undefeated, Bad lil b*tch and I know I'm conceited
Aye, Yeah
I got your n*gga, he livin' like TLC
We just be creepin', damn
I know you hate that
I just put my coochie right where his face at, damn
I treat my Glock like my I.D
I pull up, I shoot a movie like Spike Lee
Havin' so many straps like we dykin'
She suck the di*k with a whole lot of spit, she triflin'
Punchin' the packs like Mike I'm Tyson
Big Yavo be fly like a pilot
Run up the check-in my dope boy Nikes
I'm havin' drip, Michael Phelps my stylist
I'm on the block, Michael Strahan aye
n*gga want smoke, I'll go get the K then
I'm feelin' like Chris, everybody be hatin' aye
I keep my Smith like Jaden (Aye)
I keep my Smith like Will
And these n*gga be nerds like Carlton
I ain't doin' no biting, no barkin'
I don't eat my veggies, want beef, no squashin'
Pull up in Detroit and I shoot like the Pistons
Aye we havin' sticks like switches
I tell her be quiet, she listen aye
My outfit leakin', what that mean? I'm drippin'
We movin' weight, we liftin'
I'm sellin' perkies on Sunday like a Christian
Spoiled like Clifford, I'm tippin' aye
She want some jewelry, I'll take her to Tiffany's

These b*tches know I'm the rawest
Tell them lil hoes fall back like August
Too much drip like faucet
Know I'm makin' em sick they nauseous Aye
Fly as a bird they hate that I'm flashy
You want the box
Just know that I'm taxin'
I'm Ready to bump
I'm really bout action
You n*ggas be broke
You really ain't trappin'
These b*tches know I'm the rawest
Tell them lil hoes fall back like August
Too much drip like faucet
Know I'm makin' em sick they nauseous Aye
Fly as a bird they hate that I'm flashy
You want the box
Just know that I'm taxin'
I'm Ready to bump
I'm really bout action
You n*ggas be broke
You really ain't trappin'
Fly as a bird they hate that I'm flashy
You want the box Just know that I'm taxin'
Ready to bump I'm really bout action
You n*ggas be broke You really ain't trappin'

You n*ggas be broke You really ain't trappin'
You n*ggas be broke You really ain't trappin'
You n*ggas be broke You really ain't trappin'
You n*ggas be broke You really ain't trappin'
You n*ggas be broke You really ain't trappin'
You n*ggas be broke You really ain't trappin'
You n*ggas be broke You really ain't trappin'
You n*ggas be broke You really ain't trappin'

f*ck all that talkin' we poppin' the trunk
Choppa in hand or it may be the pump
In love with this b*tch grab my baby and dump
Step in the club and I'm Ready to bump
f*ck all that talkin' we poppin' the trunk
Choppa in hand or it may be the pump
In love with this b*tch grab my baby and dump
Step in the club and I'm Ready to bump
f*ck all that talkin' we poppin' the trunk
Choppa in hand or it may be the pump
In love with this b*tch grab my baby and dump
Step in the club and I'm Ready to bump
f*ck all that talkin'