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tyson sybateli – nobody home lyrics

wassup b+tch
wassup b+tch
wassup b+tch
wassup shawty
wassup b+tch
wassup b+tch
wassup b+tch
wassup shawty
wassup b+tch
wassup b+tch
wassup b+tch
wassup shawty
wassup b+tch
wassup b+tch
wassup b+tch
wassup shawty
i’m with gang
im with homies
in your crib b+tch you don’t know me
enemies they folding
had my old enemies phone me
in this b+tch performing
mic (yeah+yeah)
check (yeah+yeah)
ice right round my neck
cap young we broke as sh+t
pull up at the party and stole your b+tch
discovery the flow like a rover whip
i pop out the section with homies
we walk round the mall you don’t know
i came here with joda performing
military had to shutdown that sh+t
i’m standing with n+ggas and yolophonik
he came with ting
we leave with a ting
we parked by the hats the field and the ring
the lord of the zou the xannies for you
my b+tch popping two, i dumped her for that
b+tch i don’t date no druggies
spoil my b+tch with money
every day it’s sunny
came with that tool i’m drumming
come through i ain’t running
my young n+ggas gunning
looking like kangaroo’s with them hoodies
i hit a fan or two with this woody
only did shows for you cause we goodie
after this function
after this function
b+tch date me she lucky
you like my hand held buddy
no b+tch you can’t cuff me
i get money, i been balling
they been hating, i’m like this b+tch
slapped that n+gga who ain’t pay me back
made my wrist switch
f+ck up my pockets i’m tatted up n+gga
i pay for convenience and damages n+gga
i use to hit l!cks check my management n+gga
he calling up franky we talking bout’ cheese
you bought this and that but performing for free
n+gga my shrock cost money shrock
how many two’s do it take till it’s two
promoters will never f+ck me
you ain’t gang gang gang gang
you never had fights out in hatfield
i mean i wrote most of my raps here
stats here so b+tch never act here
i’m famous
i got too many faces like tyler perry
i do not hate it, it’s legendary
if i got a bag and told you to flip it you’d fumble
i made a cheque from a mumble
i made a cheque from my twitter
dm a b+tch with a b+tch on my header (b+tch)
i know all these things too well
she won’t stay even if you let her
man all these b+tches crazy (b+tch)
d+mn she used to hate me
now she see me on a song with tyson sybateli (oh god)
she like “d+mn you know aifheli?” (don’t run)
when’d you get so petty
and my momma wasn’t ready
said this life is not too steady
i can’t say too much that would ruin my flex
if i said too much that’d ruin my chance
i would host a show and just book my friends
i need racks on racks
i need cash on cash
i need plaques on plaques
got crazy ass b+tch with a silicon ass and the sh+t slap back
first project hit top twenty we did that

- tyson sybateli lyrics

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