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Yeah, yeah, yeah P. Soul on the track Yeah, I ain't tryna hear that bullshit Oh, you spent the bag on the new whip? You just got a change up and [?] now your crew lit? Finna kill the club when that TMZ news clip Bodyguards in the entourage on they [?] shit Views lit, but nobody know about your music Yeah, don't spit crack but you use it Huh, when the flash stash, they'll be [?] Man, shout out your investors Huh, you ain't have to drive by yourself in a Tesla A nigga too extra, need a stylist from the [?], girl Who the hell dressed ya? I see these players on that new stuff (on that new stuff) I keep the shit groovy like [?] cuts Track mean, and they got the lean like a [?] cuffs Y'all niggas scared of the truth, put your shoes up I ain't tryna hear that bullshit Shawty, that's your bro, not your new dick Seen you in the pic with the clique on some spook shit Seen you in the video, you was lookin' litty though Try to hit me with the "Okey-doke", ah I just want a lil strokey-stroke You try and get me for the [?], what you think I got? Letras de cancionesVerified on the Gram, you got a big ole spot Forty-thousand on the Gram, you got a big ole house I'ma hold this nigga hand like a big ole spouse But you was at the homie crib with ya big O's out How I know? Ya home girl got a big ole mouth You got [?] too much? Always gonna check on a best friend boyfriend (she won't fuck) In the fast lane, I could never get stuck Put a thotty over money, nigga, what? I ain't tryna hear that bullshit The man had a tooley on 'em (tooley on 'em) The man was a crook, but keep it real You was scared at how that man look (how that man look) If for three hunnid years, I been a threat How a nigga still here ain't figured out yet? How people maintained they fresh when they oppressed? In the nerve to request respect when they address Black claimin' they blessed, let's be honest man I'm a God, and to you, that's a problem man Coachin', most persuasive Even if you racist, you cannot escape it You see it, you gon' tape it Pull up to a show, when you see who gon' make it (when you see who gon' make it) Got your baby girl on some backstage shit (on some backstage shit) And she glad that she came to the show And told me she ain't never slept with a nigga before Hmhm, hmhm I ain't tryna hear that bullshit I ain't tryna hear that bullshit From Letras Mania