| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| P. Soul on the track
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| I ain’t tryna hear that bullshit
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| Oh, you spent the bag on the new whip?
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| You just got a change up and went, now your crew lit?
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| Finna kill the club when that TMZ news clip
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| Bodyguards in the entourage on they goon shit
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| Views lit, but nobody know about your music
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| Yeah, don’t spit crack but you use it
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| Huh, when the flash stash, they’ll be useless
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| Man, shout out your investors
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| Huh, you ain’t have to drive by yourself in a Tesla
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| A nigga too extra, need a stylist from the, girl
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| Who the hell dressed ya?
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| I see these players on that new stuff (On that new stuff)
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| I keep the shit groovy like two cuts
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| Track mean, and they got the lean like a two cuffs (Yeah)
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| Y’all niggas scared of the truth, put your shoes up
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| I ain’t tryna hear that bullshit
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| Shawty, that’s your bro, not your new dick
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| Seen you in the pic with the clique on some spook shit
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| Seen you in the video, you was lookin' litty though
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| Try to hit me with the «Okey-doke», ah
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| I just want a lil strokey-stroke
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| You try and get me for the 'Lou, what you think I got?
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| Verified on the Gram, you got a big ol' spot
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| Forty-thousand on the Gram, you got a big ol' house
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| I’ma hold this nigga hand like a big ole spouse
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| But you was at the homie crib with ya big O’s out
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| How I know? |
| Ya home girl got a big ol' mouth
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| You got too much?
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| Always gonna check on a best friend boyfriend (She won’t fuck)
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| In the fast lane, I could never get stuck
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| Put a thotty over money, nigga, what?
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| I ain’t tryna hear that bullshit
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| The man had a tooly on 'em (Tooly on 'em)
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| The man was a crook, but keep it real
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| You was scared at how that man look (How that man look)
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| If for three hunnid years, I been a threat
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| How a nigga still here ain’t figured out yet?
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| How people maintained they fresh when they oppressed?
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| In the nerve to request respect when they address
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| Black claimin' they blessed, let’s be honest, man
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| I’m a God, and to you, that’s a problem, man
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| Coachin', most persuasive
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| Even if you racist, you cannot escape it
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| You see it, you gon' tape it
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| Pull up to a show, when you see who gon' make it (When you see who gon' make it)
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| Got your baby girl on some backstage shit (On some backstage shit)
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| And she glad that she came to the show
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| And told me she ain’t never slept with a nigga before
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| Hmhm, hmhm
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| I ain’t tryna hear that bullshit
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| I ain’t tryna hear that bullshit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bullshit , by - Stro. Song from the album Nice 2 Meet You, Again, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп