Mr. TYB Lyrics

Yeah

Damn

Yeah

Mr take your bitch

But I don't even want her

Yeah, uh

Yeah, Mr take your bitch but really I Don't even want her

I be sipping on that Yerba, not no Arizona

I be hotter than a bitch, I'm not from Arizona

I'm in that Florida water, swimming, Now I'm really floating

Yeah, I'm really going, now I'm colder Than they shoulder

I'm smoking Baby Yoda, you can tell it By the odor

Not doing yoga, but I bend her over Touch her toes

She say I'm extra, yeah she know I love

To do the most

She want her wrist froze, Esla had to Let her go

I'm high as fuck up in the store, I Might just buy the store

Like, all that shit you do for show, bro You not authentic

They couldn't see me in that hoe but They know who in it

Like I ain't doing back and forth, I'm Not playing tennis

My man like Dennis, keep a rod right Up in his britches

Oh yeah, this big business, you can't Take the heat get off the beach

Lil jit you been trippin'

But I keep the heat just like I'm Jimmy, Need a butler

If you ain't rock with us, little bitch

Then yeah, it's fuck you

My weed just like some glue, yeah Yeah, it got me stuck yeah

John Quiñones wouldn't know what To do, if i pulled up with that ooh

You be talking like you know the Answers

You not Sway baby, i've been in the FL

This not LA baby

Said I don't want no boo

I'll take you Chick-fil-a baby

That shit like a whole pool, I dive in like a lake, baby

Yeah, Mr take your bitch but really I Don't even want her

I be sipping on that Yerba, not no Arizona

I be hotter than a bitch, I'm not from Arizona

I'm in that Florida water, swimming, Now I'm really floating

Yeah, I'm really going, now I'm colder Than they shoulder

I'm smoking Baby Yoda, you can tell it By the odor

Not doing yoga, but I bend her over Touch her toes

She say I'm extra, yeah she know I love

To do the most

She say I'm extra but she know I give Her extra dick

And I cook her breakfast in the Morning, guess I'm excellent

That boy said he cold, yeah I guess that

Mean I'm extra sick

I ain't stressing it, I know I'm finna get This shit

Everything I said I wanted, I

Manifested it

I'm a real Florida man, yeah the Crocs Be what I'm stepping in

Yeah, yeah, they say I'm smooth, tell Me something that I don't know

All my shit organic, I ain't paying for

No promo

I'm a Cuban boy, dripping in that sauce Like some moho

You ain't right, you getting left baby Yeah, you gotta go go

Bitch I'm on a roll roll, I feel just like I'm bowling

I ain't whipping in no stolo but drive

This like I stole it

Yeah, I take it to the cup, and one Through the contact

She ain't even smoking but she Geeking off the contact

Why the fuck you even tweaking, baby I ain't save your contact

I just been up in my zone, yeah you Take her, I don't want her

Yeah, Mr take your bitch but really I Don't even want her

I be sipping on that Yerba, not no Arizona

I be hotter than a bitch, I'm not from Arizona

I'm in that Florida water, swimming, Now I'm really floating

Yeah, I'm really going, now I'm colder Than they shoulder

I'm smoking Baby Yoda, you can tell it By the odor

Not doing yoga, but I bend her over Touch her toes

She say I'm extra, yeah she know I love

To do the most

You know I'm extra baby

Yeah

Ski

Luh Tyler flow