Oh yeah oh yeah, yuh
Oh yeah oh yeah, yuh
Oh yeah oh yeah, yuh yuh
Oh yeah oh yeah
I am not yo b#tch don’t try to argue with me n#gg# (don’t try it)
I’m so over all this sh#t don’t got time none of these n#gg#s
Don’t try to tell me what to do you know damn well that I won’t listen
So tired of the fake love
So tired of these jealous b#tches
I just had to cut them off
I just had to make sh#t official (yeah)
I ain’t playing with you dawg you know that I wasn’t the issue (yeah)
So tell me what was the f#cking issue
I don’t get it what’s up with you (uh yeah, uh yeah)
Is it cause I am the shit? (uh yeah, uh yeah)
I guess we gone need some tissue (uh yeah, uh yeah)
n#gg#, wipe ya f#cking nose
Why you acting like a b#tch kid?
Think this n#gg# need a f#cking bib
Think this n#gg# need a high chair
I don’t get it n#gg#s ‘pose to be my homies
And n#gg#s joe they wanna know me
But I can’t with none these phonies
Just know these n#gg#s
They don’t know me
Tried to put dirt on my name
We can play that game
But we are not the same n#gg#
You ain’t stay up in your lane
But just let me be honest
I did this on my lone sh#t
And I don’t need nobody next to me
And you know that sh#t
Now my heart so froze I can’t trust no hoe
These n#gg#s be acting just like hoes
And these n#gg#s sharing they bro clothes
And they worried bout a b#tch that’s getting it
n#gg#, where’s your bands go get it b#tch
Man these n#gg#s mad they sick as sh#t
Can’t relate we’re not the same b#tch
I am not yo b#tch don’t try to argue with me n#gg#
I’m so over all this sh#t don’t got time none of these n#gg#s don’t try to tell me what to do you know damn well that I won’t listen
So tired of the fake love
So tired of these jealous b#tches
I just had to cut them off
I just had to make sh#t official
I ain’t playing with you dawg you know that I wasn’t the issue
So tell me what was the f#cking issue
I don’t get it what’s up with you
Is it cause I am the shit?
I guess we gone need some tissue
n#gg#, wipe ya f#cking nose
Why you acting like a b#tch kid?
Think this n#gg# need a f#cking bib
Think this n#gg# need a high chair
I don’t get it n#gg#s ‘pose to be my homies
And n#gg#s joe they wanna know me
But them n#gg#s are not my homies n#gg#
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