Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song None Of Ya Bizzness!! , by - Lil' ORelease date: 06.08.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
None Of Ya Bizzness!! |
| It ain’t none of yo business, how I ball in these streets |
| What bad bitch, laying in my sheets |
| And it ain’t none of yo business, how I’m getting my do' |
| Just know, that I get it on the low |
| And it ain’t none of ya business, so don’t even ask |
| How I get my money, how I’m stacking my cash |
| Boys always wanna ask O |
| Ay what you pay for that, say what that cost bro |
| They see me with a bitch, with a ass like whoa |
| The first thing they gon' ask, is you fucking that hoe |
| Well first things first, it ain’t none of yo bis' |
| Don’t worry bout me, nigga worry bout your kids |
| You tell em where you stay, man they run up in your crib |
| You tell em what you scoring, you end up doing bids |
| Man these boys is so nosy |
| Look at all them hating, cause I’m sipping on some Rosay |
| See me dap my essay, they say how you know Jose |
| Oh that’s where you get your work from, a stripper told me |
| Well she don’t know shit, and you niggaz so boldgy |
| Peeping, with your looking ass |
| Cause I’m burning bread, like I’m cooking cash |
| Tell these boys your bis', get tooken fast |
| Wanna know how to come up, stop with the trash |
| It ain’t none of yo business, how I ball in these streets |
| What bad bitch, laying in my sheets |
| And it ain’t none of yo business, how I’m getting my do' |
| Just know, that I get it on the low |
| And it ain’t none of ya business, how I’m stacking my bread |
| If it ain’t these damn jackers, it’s the FED’s |
| And it ain’t none of yo business, so don’t worry bout me |
| All you gotta know, is nigga I’m a G |
| (it ain’t none of yo business) |
| Why you so nosy |
| (it ain’t none of yo business) |
| Worry bout yourself |
| Niggaz the new bitches, gossip like hoes |
| Acting like they on they periods, when they see a hoe |
| Quick talk with they opinion, when it ain’t worth shit |
| Before you give me some advice, get where I’m at bitch |
| Trying to save my sluts, asking why they fuck with me |
| Tell her now I’m a dog, I done fucked the whole city |
| I’m like mayn, what part of the game is that |
| And after all your hate, she still came right back |
| Tal’n bout what I’m worth, and how a nigga don’t spend |
| Sound like a bunch of hoes, y’all niggaz ain’t men |
| Asking questions bout what I drive, and where I live |
| Might be snitching trying to send them FED’s, to my crib |
| Keep my name out your mouth, 'fore I break it |
| And next chance I get to bust ya head, I’ma take it |
| Don’t worry bout my money, if I’m the one that make it |
| They see a playa shining, and they hoe ass hate it |
| (it ain’t none of yo business) |
| Why you so nosy |
| (it ain’t none of yo business) |
| Worry bout yourself |