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not today - yuke lyrics

[intro]
d*mn
my god, like, my god
my god, my god, like
oh my god

[]
don’t wanna talk, don’t wanna talk
don’t wanna talk, b*tch, i don’t wanna talk
i got this sh*t on lock
they waiting on my drops, and these n*ggas still pop
keep getting geeked, til i have a heart problem
geek, no sleep n*gga, ain’t no f*cking wildin’
and my [?] with me, and you know that n*gga wildin’
these n*ggas tweet, od, and they still not popping, like
i’on wanna talk, i’on wanna tweet
i’on wanna post, why these b*tches on my d (like, like)
in the streets, and you cap in your tweets
your ho in this, she in my chat sucking d
i just sparked up like two times to the beat
b*tch, i do not do no lines, i smoke spliffs
n*gga, f*ck boxing, i’m upping my heat
i go and roll up my pack, i know this sh*t reek
i go roll up my gas, i know this sh*t stink
i know my sh*t crank, the hoes do their dance
they say i can’t, watch me walk to that bank
b*tch, watch me walk to that bank, take out k’s
if it’s gta, me and ksuuvi match ranks
knocker with a grip, n*gga i ain’t tryna shank
tryna geek up, til i can’t even think
i’m too lockеd in, b*tch, i can’t link
i got way too much money to make
no, i can not take you out to no datе
pull up to the show, but i pop out, don’t wait
i don’t give a f*ck
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don’t wanna talk, don’t wanna talk
don’t wanna talk, b*tch, i don’t wanna talk
b*tch, i don’t wanna talk
i got this sh*t on lock
they waiting on my drops, and these n*ggas still pop
keep getting geeked, til i have a heart problem
geek, no sleep n*gga, ain’t no f*cking wildin’
and my [?] with me, and you know that n*gga wildin’
these n*ggas tweet, od, and they still not popping, like
i’on wanna talk, i’on wanna tweet
i’on wanna post, why these b*tches on my d (like, like)
in the streets, and you cap in your tweets
your ho in this, she in my chat sucking d
i just sparked up like two times to the beat
b*tch, i do not do no lines, i smoke spliffs
n*gga, f*ck boxing, i’m upping my heat
i go and roll up my pack, i know this sh*t reek
i go roll up my gas, i know this sh*t stink
i know my sh*t crank, the hoes do their dance
they say i can’t, watch me walk to that bank
b*tch, watch me walk to that bank, take out k’s
if it’s gta, me and ksuuvi match ranks
knocker with a grip, n*gga i ain’t tryna shank
tryna geek up, til i can’t even think
i’m too locked in, b*tch, i can’t link
i got way too much money to make

- yuke lyrics

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