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myd - no bullshit lyrics

yeah
why you never call to know where i stay
yeah
you should hit me up around 8
i’m in my wraith… drivin’
yeah
you’re a paper chaser, got your block on fire
you handle your biz, i mean i love your love handles
you hand me your kids
in the route that we’re goin’on, might have some more kids
girl i was out to get it
i f-ckin’ live but i found a place to live
you know i’m the only one that’s poppin’
you know i’m the only one that’s ballin’ ( ?) the bill
lil steady rollin’ in, twice is still goin’ in
like i barely got a pot to p-ss in
yeah
tried to give you everythang
now there’s no lie
f-ck it , yeah you went on some real sh-t, you went on to christmas (?) you were on some real sh-t
now i’m on some get it how you live sh-t

now why you wanna go waitin’ for the whole summer
yeah
when you know i ain’t want no drama
yeah
that’s the drill like dj drama, i’ma gonna f-ck your mama
now how you tryna do me, i ain’t even with this bullsh-t, i ain’t even with that bullsh-t
yeah
that ain’t even what were here for
get it how you live sh-t
x2

yeah
i think i finna take the train and stay away
and you got out of blessings in the world but still don’t pray
my mama she just want a bigger house and i feel ashamed
cuz i just hit the f-cking strip club and i made it rain

and if they rob a crew i ain’t even been in the parlor (?)
if it’s half empty half full i probly would drank
stuck up on some cee lo sh-t cuz i feel like the bank
them n-gga’s staying mad we gon bring the thang’s out

n-gga with the rifle like i be stuck on story mode
give me bout and month and all i’m probly whatever yo
all black n-gga want that white just like oreo
that is not my baby that’s some slang go to morris ( ?) yo
i’m feelin like a preacher in this motherf-cker finna catch the holly ghost
cuz at the end of the day tho you went on some real sh-t, you went on some real, now you went on some real sh-t

what you tell’em
you might be alive but you ain’t livin’
your b-tch wanna f-ck on me netflix and chill sh-t
i pick up and i’m screamin’ f-ck a dead b-tch
now buckle up and have i have a h-ll of a buisness ( ?)

yeah
i would think he got my back, that’s a fact, flippin’ packs, back to back

i’m gonna ( ?) a ( ?) ( ?) you’re stuntin’ ain’t even ( ?)

i’ma clean her like i’m kyrie irving
and i don’t want a hoe cuz she ain’t perfect
and all these ball n-ggas make me nervous

they got me nervous, i’m feelin nervous, i’m finna cryin’ ( ?)
and i might eat her if she perfect, yeah, yeah

and i’ma eat her for her perfish ( ?) yeah yeah, yeah, i said yeah yeah
and i know you still like it

- myd lyrics

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