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o.b. fly - hear no bullshit lyrics

no bullsh+t, money to my ear can’t hear no bullsh+t (can’t hear it)
no bullsh+t, keep a foot on they necks don’t wanna hear bullsh+t (don’t hear it)
no bullsh+t, n+ggas ain’t talmbout none they just talkin that bullsh+t (f+ck em)
no bullsh+t, he got a smile on his face but that n+gga so ruthless

when i had dreads you wasn’t even there
my sh+t was long my vision impaired
who got smoke put one in the air
f+ck on keisha get top from blair
i took flight ain’t need no stairs
them n+ggas evil they trap out a lair
i took flight ain’t need no stairs
them n+ggas evil they trap out a lair

he gon score, let’s run up the stat line
what’s that in ya pants, this? a fat nine
yea life cool but n+gga i had to bet mine
when i was 13 i was gettin high wit the jetline
i was at kate bell i was zone to the airline
west airport to fondren wit the k9’sloll
went to revere so i had to hit westside
if i call billy i know he gon slide

he took me on a mission i was on probation yeah my friend a bad influence
if it’s a million at the bottom of that cliff yea momma i might do it
if rosa parks was signed to nike she sittin down like yea i do it
in the booth they call me bob the builder if the beat loose i’m gon screw it (ye+aye)
i keep a tooley (uhn)
feel like gunna, who is you foolin (who ya foolin)
choppa got em crumpin (uhn)
uzi bullets make em feel groovy (he groovy)
not austin powers, houston, i live a movie you gon have to sue me (they mad)
not michael jackson, thriller, bad, and she got a real ass (uh huh no bullsh+t)
no bullsh+t, money to my ear can’t hear no bullsh+t (can’t hear it)
no bullsh+t, keep a foot on they necks don’t wanna hear bullsh+t (don’t hear it)
no bullsh+t, these n+ggas ain’t talmbout none they just talkin that bullsh+t (f+ck em)
no bullsh+t, he got a smile on his face but that n+gga so ruthless

ob fly blowin up on his own so they fed up
tried to walk a mile in my shoes he can’t get up
its n+ggas who came up off of crumbs get ya bread up
feeling like the bakers man i got my cake up
sippin on purple draped in gold like a laker
everytime i drop a track i reup on haters
they wanna be us but they hate us
you proly smokin a blunt right now wit a hater

no bullsh+t, money to my ear can’t hear no bullsh+t (can’t hear it)
no bullsh+t, keep a foot on they necks don’t wanna hear bullsh+t (don’t hear it)
no bullsh+t, these n+ggas ain’t talmbout none they just talkin that bullsh+t (f+ck em)
no bullsh+t, he got a smile on his face but that n+gga so ruthless

- o b fly lyrics

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