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lil b - aint gon pick up lyrics

(phone rings)
man, who is this?
this sh-t don’t ever stop ringing, man

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[verse 1]
the b-tch call my phone like i won’t go out
i’m still rounding up these b-tches, placking them at the hoe house
i feel so bitter, my mind is a cold winter
i never seen that b-tch again and, no, i won’t miss her
all this fake manipulation, that past sh-t, that hoe sh-t
you can’t see, what you can’t f-ck b-tch
the door open
i can’t be your n–ga, and i can’t be your man
i feel like i’m too good for these scareless -ss b-tches
you can call me hurt, betrayed, and i been played
my stomach hurt, my back hurt, and i can’t sleep
sometimes i feel like i got chrones disease
the devil got a hold on me, btich
i need some roses please, these b-tches trying to fold me
i ain’t doing 50 years for no lyin–ss b-tch
look at the central park 5 wrote the book about us
these b-tches is lying

[chorus]
i ain’t go pick up
nah, i ain’t go pick up
n-body gives a f-ck so i don’t give a f-ck
b-tch, i ain’t go pick up
b-tch, i ain’t go pick up
n–ga, i ain’t go pick up
n-body gives a f-ck so i don’t give a f-ck

[verse 2]
b-tch, i’m going to go take that red pill
f-ck going to work
man, i’m going to go quit my job
i really want to be myself
do what the f-ck you want, that’s real wealth
they gonna burn in h-ll, peevs in the cells
don’t forget the h-ll, the pain, and the smells
memories, all that hurt make me sick to my stomach
how the f-ck you move on from the pain last summer? i don’t live with regret but
i got respect for myself at best
remember the pictures when you was a kid
it’s crazy, but for all the h-ll that i lived
somebody better pay the price
my n–ga it just don’t feel right
i know i got a plan, and we all exist
we was born into slavery
on this matrix exist
get your money young n–ga
keep the love that’s sent
but still f-ck a b-tch, easy sh-t

[chorus]

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