
Bend Nor Break Baby Jayy
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[Intro]
(You know what this is)
[Chorus]
Stay true please, don't bend nor break
We can't lose, they hate me 'cause I'm great
We gon pull up on them niggas in a mini van
[?] them nigga [?], shoot everytime I swing through
They like ''Shawty want you'' flyest bird up in the coupe
Hit 'em with the tool, if that pussy boy was lookin'
[Verse]
'Member I was broken, I ain't have it in the bank
Nigga what you say? Had on to my face
Now a nigga up and got a whole lotta cake
Bitch my whole squad eatin' like it's Chick-fil-A
Guess I made it, make sure you got your belly straight
I remember I was broken and just laughed up in my face
Now I got racks in my bank, made it diggin' like a grave
Bitch you know I'm Baby Jayy, all these boys caught up in my way
All of these niggas they copy my ways
Told you ''I love you'' so why did you change?
I told my mama that ''We gon be straight''
Murkin' these niggas that get in the way
You niggas straight out them trenches that run up my digits
I put this on God, that's my witness
My money gymnastics, I flip it
My racks to the ceilin', no need niggas mad 'cause I'm winnin', on God
Ayy
(You know what this is)
[Chorus]
Stay true please, don't bend nor break
We can't lose, they hate me 'cause I'm great
We gon pull up on them niggas in a mini van
[?] them nigga [?], shoot everytime I swing through
They like ''Shawty want you'' flyest bird up in the coupe
Hit 'em with the tool, if that pussy boy was lookin'
[Verse]
'Member I was broken, I ain't have it in the bank
Nigga what you say? Had on to my face
Now a nigga up and got a whole lotta cake
Bitch my whole squad eatin' like it's Chick-fil-A
Guess I made it, make sure you got your belly straight
I remember I was broken and just laughed up in my face
Now I got racks in my bank, made it diggin' like a grave
Bitch you know I'm Baby Jayy, all these boys caught up in my way
All of these niggas they copy my ways
Told you ''I love you'' so why did you change?
I told my mama that ''We gon be straight''
Murkin' these niggas that get in the way
You niggas straight out them trenches that run up my digits
I put this on God, that's my witness
My money gymnastics, I flip it
My racks to the ceilin', no need niggas mad 'cause I'm winnin', on God
Ayy
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