| I know your nigga be playin', but fuck what he sayin'
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| I know you’re sick of his bullshit, and all that fuckin' explainin'
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| Every day it’s some other shit, he keep making you angry
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| You keep sayin' that you through with buddy, but none' seems to changes
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| But fuck what he sayin', fuck what he sayin'
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| But fuck what he sayin', yeah fuck what he sayin'
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| Know you’re tired of the playin', you’re tired of that playin'
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| All that bitchin', explainin', all that bitchin', explainin'
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| I know you’re tired of the playin', and that nigga lazy
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| He stay on that childish shit and gon' keep drivin' you crazy
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| You ain’t gon' get younger girl, time flyin', you agin'
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| Come fuck with a real nigga, that’s a man, you can’t raise him
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| Let go, you can’t save him, disrespectful behavior
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| Indulging in other bitches, all up in they faces
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| I swear you deserve better, what the fuck have he gave you?
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| Say baby don’t worry 'bout him, what he bring to the table?
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| No I cannot lie, yeah you do somethin' to me girl
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| Put that pride to the side and bring that pussy to me girl
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| I don’t care about our lives, I just got shot by Cupid girl
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| So let me slide up inside, let’s cut up and get foolish girl
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| I know your nigga be playin', but fuck what he sayin'
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| I know you’re sick of his bullshit, and all that fuckin' explainin'
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| Every day it’s some other shit, he keep making you angry
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| You keep sayin' that you through with buddy, but none' seems to changes
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| But fuck what he sayin', fuck what he sayin'
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| But fuck what he sayin', yeah fuck what he sayin'
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| Know you’re tired of the playin', you’re tired of that playin'
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| All that bitchin', explainin', all that bitchin', explainin'
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| Every day it’s some new shit
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| Makin' empty promises, he ain’t gon' do shit
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| Hit that nigga line and tell him my new boo lit
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| How you wife that ho, she on some fuck the crew shit
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| We on a new trip, hop up in my new whip
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| Walkin' bow-legged, pockets full of blue chips
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| These ain’t old hundreds, paper, I got blue strips
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| And we don’t drive home, and lil boy yeah we flew here
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| Just pop you a tab, let’s get your roll on
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| I hope you up for a new ride, baby hold on
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| Show baby how I get down, your ex was so wrong
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| Baby don’t you worry now, I’ll have your soul gone
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| I know your nigga be playin', but fuck what he sayin'
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| I know you’re sick of his bullshit, and all that fuckin' explainin'
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| Every day it’s some other shit, he keep making you angry
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| You keep sayin' that you through with buddy, but none' seems to changes
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| But fuck what he sayin', fuck what he sayin'
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| But fuck what he sayin', yeah fuck what he sayin'
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| Know you’re tired of the playin', you’re tired of that playin'
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| All that bitchin', explainin', all that bitchin', explainin' |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck What He's Sayin, artist - Yella Beezy. Album song Lite Work, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп