nazvsthewrld – not discussed lyrics
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
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