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not discussed - nazvsthewrld lyrics

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i told the b*tch, run that sh*t
yeah, lately i been goin’ stupid
tryna get paid, don’t know how i’ma do it
i cannot f*ck with a ho, she ran through

young n*gga causing commotion uh huh (yeah)
still ain’t give no f*cks
how i’m feelin’, not discussed
on the ceiling, smokin’ runts (yeah)

how you feel? i feel like sh*t
come on a drill, who shall we hit
she off a pill might dance a bit
just for the thrill i blam the b*tch (um)

hit like six to thirty six that’s how many shots up in my sh*t
high speeding in a h*llcat, told my brother slow down so i can roll my spliff
why that ho keep texting on my number
d*mn she threw a fit
i don’t care about that thot, she not my ho, she not my b*tch (h*ll naw)
i been counting bands
watch that sh*t in the crowd
yeah, they clappin’ hands

clap, clap, clap
yeah, they clap for me
i don’t care about what that ho say
she gon pay a fee
no, that boy not my man’s
he ain’t nothin’ to me, pay the fee
yeah, they spеllin’ out my name they go like
j*a*y*b*u*d
i been gеtting rich
i been toting my stick
i been toting this money
by my player sh*t
i woke up this morning with the idea
flippin’ scripts

yeah, lately i been goin’ stupid
tryna get paid, don’t know how i’ma do it
i cannot f*ck with a ho, she ran through

young n*ggas causing commotion uh huh (yeah)
still ain’t give no f*cks
how i’m feelin’, not discussed
on the ceiling, smokin’ runts (yeah)

how you feel? i feel like sh*t
come on a drill, who shall we hit
she off a pill might dance a bit
just for the thrill i blam the b*tch (um)

36 shots up in my drumb
i smoke more more than the last time
b*tch, i been smokin’ good thrax
godd*mn, i’m too high
d*mn, i’m too high for this sh*t
but that don’t mean that i’m p*ssy
no, i still will blam, b*tch

i got my stick
b*b*tch, i had to ride it
ain’t leavin’ my crib unless my fye
is tucked inside my sh*t

yeah, yeah, yeah
throw it back for me
every time i drop it, run up quick (uh huh)
like, do the math for me
gave that b*tch like one time to f*ck
then drop her happily (yeah)
b*tches don’t feel bad for me
why would i feel bad for them
suck me up, don’t ask again

it’s true, i gotta say it
when it comes to you b*tch, i done ran out of patience
to the point where i don’t care bout love, just want face
cuz of you, i’m mistaken
late nights up thinkin’ i wasn’t gon’ make it
late nights up thinkin’ i wouldn’t be sh*t
thinking what did i do
now it’s look what you did
(you done f*ck up shawty)

(vision f*cked up uh)

uhhh

yeah, i blam the b*tch

- nazvsthewrld lyrics

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