Isaiah Rashad - Lay Wit Ya lyrics

Intro: Isaiah Rashad & Three 6 Mafia] Big wheel (As we also smoke the ink, mane) Yeah, yeah (Ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane) Ayy, ayy (Ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane) Cole, you stupid (Ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane) b*tch, yeah (Ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane) Ayy (Ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane) Yeah, big wheels (Ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane) (Ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane) [Chorus: Isaiah Rashad] Big wheel got that motherfu*ker skatin' hard Chill pill got me high but can I lay with ya'? Last year, you was my b*tch, now you my baby girl Last year, you was my b*tch, now you my baby girl [Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad] I'm a cold piece of work (Yeah) Whippin' up to serve (Yeah), what was for dessert? (Yeah) I'm a Gucci Mane, you a Captain Kirk I don't wanna flirt (Yeah), tell me, what's the word? Pussy b*tch, you know what's up (Yeah), always on the cusp (Yeah) What's that in your cup? (Cup) Sippin' on that (Sippin' on that) Yeah, never in a rush (Rush), kickin' out the s*uts (s*uts) I get off the bus (Yeah), pussy [Chorus: Isaiah Rashad & Duke Deuce] Big wheel got that motherfu*ker skatin' hard Chill pill got me high but can I lay with ya'? Last year, you was my b*tch, now you my baby girl (Yeah) Last year, you was my b*tch, now you my baby girl (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Big wheel got that motherfu*ker skatin' hard Chill pill got me high but can I lay with ya'? (Ha-ha, b*tch) Last year, you was my b*tch, now you my baby girl (Yeah, what the fu*k?) Last year, you was my b*tch, now you my baby girl (Ayy, ayy) [Bridge: Duke Deuce & Three 6 Mafia] Triple up, triple, up, triple up, triple up, huh? Triple up, triple, up, triple up, triple up, huh? Triple up, triple, up, triple up, triple up, what the fu*k? Triple up, triple, up, triple up, triple up, gang, gang [Verse 2: Duke Deuce & Three 6 Mafia] Triple up, be crunk as fu*k Hype as fu*k, but don't stop the dose Duke Deuce, your name hot as fu*k (Huh?) Ain't met one b*tch who would not fu*k (Huh? Would not fu*k) Buck as fu*k, that pistol tucked for pussy ni**as actin' tough (Brrat, bah) fu*k a Draco, keep that capital K for range, that's if you run fu*kin' b*tches, ain't no cuffin' b*tches like them other ni**as (Yeah) Tough decisions in this rappin' business, ain't no bein' friendly (Yeah) Old ni**as turned to enemies, now I'm seein' plenty (Seein') Strictly business, they like "Duke, you're trippin'," b*tch, I need a milli' Plenty people used to sleep up on me, now I'm seekin' vengeance (b*tch) Cold ice and cold heart, b*tch, you know we strictly pimpin' Tryna keep rappin', these ni**a keep cappin' The pussy ass rappers keep fu*kin' with me (fu*kin' with me) You're hustlin' backwards, I pull up in Raptor I'm strapped with them triple, them brothers with me (Ayy, ayy) Triple up, triple, up, triple up, triple up (Ayy, ayy) [Chorus: Isaiah Rashad & Duke Deuce] Big wheel got that motherfu*ker skatin' hard (Huh?) Chill pill got me high but can I lay with ya? (Huh?) Last year, you was my b*tch, now you my baby girl (What the fu*k?) Last year, you was my b*tch, now you my baby girl (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Big wheel got that motherfu*ker skatin' hard (Huh?) Chill pill got me high but can I lay with ya? (Huh?) Last year, you was my b*tch, now you my baby girl (What the fu*k?) Last year, you was my b*tch, now you my baby girl (Yeah, yeah, yeah)