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Copycat Video (MV)




Performed By: Tye Beats
Featuring: BlueBucksClan
Language: English
Written by: Tye Gibson




Tye Beats - Copycat Lyrics




[ Featuring BlueBucksClan ]

Luh the crew
Yea
Nigga brought his bitch around
Now she love the crew
I'm the one with all the money
How I fumble you
I just woke up
Tell my bitch I need somethin' new
I told all my side bitches
I need somethin' fresh
Nigga played his tape for me
I was not impressed
Nigga ran off with my style
Niggas copycats
If she don't suck it for an hour
I'm not comin' back

Ain't comin back
Shit aint cool
These niggas ain't got no money in it
She a fool with that neck
She must know somethin'
Niggas stingy with the drac
They'll post somethin'
Every time I'm with my bitch
I don't post nothin'
F*cked a lot of bitches over
But I'm so hungry
Damn she f*cked a lot of homies
But you still love her
Might pull up an hour late
But I'm for sure comin'

They know me by my first name
When I'm in Rick Owens
A lot of niggas switched lanes
But imma keep goin'
Flexin' like Lebron James
Imma keep goin'
She got a couple fake pages
I'm already knowin'
How she know I'm on vacation
With my other one
I ain't really got no patience
I'm like let me f*ck
I be tellin' hoes get ready
And don't ever come
They gon' trick you out your spot
If you get comfortable
How she think I took her to my house
But I got multiple
He heard I'm dealin' with his bitch
He got emotional

Nigga brought his bitch around
Now she love the crew
I'm the one with all the money
How I fumble you
I just woke up
Tell my bitch I need somethin' new
I told all my side bitches
I need somethin' fresh
Nigga played his tape for me
I was not impressed
Nigga ran off with my style
Niggas copycats
If she don't suck it for an hour
I'm not comin' back

Bought a gram
How the f*ck you get a blunt with that
Pillows on my headrest
The benz come with that
Got like thirty somethin' on me
Like a runnin' back
Ain't got shit goin'
Niggas hopin' chump come back
Kickin' bitches out
Get your dad on me
Hit the stage hoes wylin'
Tryna grab for me
Bucks Clan
We a mothaf*ckin' cash army
Lean man call
We cheerin' like a draft party
Big coupe drivin' like they fast forward me
Hop out with a fresh fade bad shorty
Rick on me fresher than a fittin' room
Remember sleepin' on that rug
In the livin' room
Finally put up a dub
Niggas nickel to me
My bitch just a girl she
She want a hug and Givenchy shoes
There's hoes in my section
I don't sit with dudes
I got swole how I'm flexin'
Nigga terry crews
She ain't suck it for an hour
Think that's very rude
Niggas lookin' up to me
Watch my every move
Pour a deuce on the rocks
This shit very smooth
Gave this bitch somethin'
Actin' like I never knew
[End]
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Luh the crew
Yea
Nigga brought his bitch around
Now she love the crew
I'm the one with all the money
How I fumble you
I just woke up
Tell my bitch I need somethin' new
I told all my side bitches
I need somethin' fresh
Nigga played his tape for me
I was not impressed
Nigga ran off with my style
Niggas copycats
If she don't suck it for an hour
I'm not comin' back

Ain't comin back
Shit aint cool
These niggas ain't got no money in it
She a fool with that neck
She must know somethin'
Niggas stingy with the drac
They'll post somethin'
Every time I'm with my bitch
I don't post nothin'
F*cked a lot of bitches over
But I'm so hungry
Damn she f*cked a lot of homies
But you still love her
Might pull up an hour late
But I'm for sure comin'

They know me by my first name
When I'm in Rick Owens
A lot of niggas switched lanes
But imma keep goin'
Flexin' like Lebron James
Imma keep goin'
She got a couple fake pages
I'm already knowin'
How she know I'm on vacation
With my other one
I ain't really got no patience
I'm like let me f*ck
I be tellin' hoes get ready
And don't ever come
They gon' trick you out your spot
If you get comfortable
How she think I took her to my house
But I got multiple
He heard I'm dealin' with his bitch
He got emotional

Nigga brought his bitch around
Now she love the crew
I'm the one with all the money
How I fumble you
I just woke up
Tell my bitch I need somethin' new
I told all my side bitches
I need somethin' fresh
Nigga played his tape for me
I was not impressed
Nigga ran off with my style
Niggas copycats
If she don't suck it for an hour
I'm not comin' back

Bought a gram
How the f*ck you get a blunt with that
Pillows on my headrest
The benz come with that
Got like thirty somethin' on me
Like a runnin' back
Ain't got shit goin'
Niggas hopin' chump come back
Kickin' bitches out
Get your dad on me
Hit the stage hoes wylin'
Tryna grab for me
Bucks Clan
We a mothaf*ckin' cash army
Lean man call
We cheerin' like a draft party
Big coupe drivin' like they fast forward me
Hop out with a fresh fade bad shorty
Rick on me fresher than a fittin' room
Remember sleepin' on that rug
In the livin' room
Finally put up a dub
Niggas nickel to me
My bitch just a girl she
She want a hug and Givenchy shoes
There's hoes in my section
I don't sit with dudes
I got swole how I'm flexin'
Nigga terry crews
She ain't suck it for an hour
Think that's very rude
Niggas lookin' up to me
Watch my every move
Pour a deuce on the rocks
This shit very smooth
Gave this bitch somethin'
Actin' like I never knew
[End]
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Writer: Tye Gibson
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