Lyrics:
Yeah it was on my mind Let"s sit and just talk a little time
How you expect me to understand you baby when you a"int saying nothing
Body language is
nothing
His brother got shot in the head that ain't nothing
Niggas always about the hard way that is something
Niggas often lie bout the way that is
I'm still in my bed i said fuck school
You in my head damn i hate you
Another sad love song
That's nothing new
Driving 90 up the coast
Smoking
Bill-me Clinton (yeah)
Trillville (right) I see you sir
'Bout to crank this motherfucker up right (yeah)
Tellin y'all 'bout these muh'fuckin'
listen right here, i'm about to spit it off and it's comin out clear, Mary Jane Dunn bitch I'm on one, MJD and we bout to have a little sun, it helps her
of drama, and I ain't gone lie, it's cheap
But at the end of the day girl you still my boo
It wasn't ever bout the money or the late night grind
Cause a nigga
we're on the east side
It ain't nothing but vibes
You know I'm grateful for the ties that I made with my time
Yeah, we're on the west side
It ain't
blue hunnits
Err'Body round me getting money
Step in the building we stunting
You haters aint talking bout nothing
20 bands all blue hunnits
Err'Body
don't ring my phone
If you ain't talking bout dollas just leave me alone
Naw I ain't tryna holla if you ain't talking bout funds
No type of conversation
Chorus: x2
Some niggas Blood and some niggas Crip(uh huh)
Some niggas thugs and some niggas is bitch(what?)
Some niggas ain't got nothing some
On It, If U Dont Want It Leave It Then
Niggas Cryin Bout The Drought, Cuz Im Out Doin Shows
87-32 Nigga I Rocks My Own Clothes
Im Riding Marcielargo, Im
and stacks taller than Shaq but how good is your pack
You need to get up and get off your ass and get you a sack
Ain't talking 'bout money ain't tryna hear
wipin' the prints
I did the math, the graph
and givin' you half ain't makin' no sense
I'm still real, and I'm still screamin', "Brook-Brooklyn"
Grey
ain't bout nothing
Then you're looking for a ride
I ain't heard every opinion
Been round the world twice
You gon hold a nigga up
Talkin how you feel about
the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you
Well, I'mma
a couple holes in a Nigga like a net
You brook and you lyn like the nets (Brooklyn)
Niggas tweeting like a bird in a nest
But that shit ain't work out so
want my body yeah, I just ain't 'bout it yeah
Something to prove, nothing to lose
She want my body yeah, I just ain't 'bout it yeah
Every time I see her
of one song
Then we hear the news rappers
They don't wanna be with us for much long
It ain't nothing new rappers
Always be the ones who getting done
time ain't enough
I need some more
'Cause there ain't nothing better than you
Got me watching every move
Like you're the only one in the room
Ooh,
You ain't no expert
I don't know one thing
But I know something
That you know nothing
I got no answers
You got assumptions
You went
through
Shop is again soon
You won't find shit that the kid got on at any mall that you been to,
Call him official I maybe exclusive
It ain't nothing
learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music?
We stole all your money, and all
I'm bout money do you understand
So you must find me out running up them bands
I only like counting hundreds nothing but benjamins
Regardless how it
nothing but style heat and cheddar
Compete with ya livelihood to eat better
And ain't nothing sweet but the ladies who speak wetta
With a torn smile,
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