paroles de chanson Don't Listen - H.3.A.L

Like nigga uh-
Never let a bitch without a dad tell you what a real man is
We shot him and his man
I hope they rest in piss
I got no chill, I'm not cold cut Chris
Rapping like I'm off the jiggy boos
I Got 3 hoes times 2
Her nigga call me asking who's who
I'm like nigga who are you
This ain't no 3 way
Just call me back when you know who bae
I do what want today
Ain't got no time for fakes
She suck me good
She a serpent, snake
Can't listen to no serpentine
I didn't hit it for me
I hit for the team

Never let a bitch without a dad tell you what a real man is
Never let a broke nigga tell you where the money is

Ok
I'm back in the action
You fumbled bag I gotta go grab it
I gotta stay stacking
Just stay real
I'm tired of the acting
I see through the fakes
I see through the feelings they masking

Fuck that broke bitch
Laughing to the bank
I gotta check brokerage
Lying to yo whole clique
I was at my lowest
Can't be Superman
If I ain't got my Lois
Hope yo choke bitch
At the village smoking lotus
Can't keep my my focus
But I keep it pushing
When I was falling I had no cushions
Shoutout cousins
They in the slums keeping that bitch bussing
Pull up on niggas and we pillage
Pull up red dot, red eye
I'm the hokage of my village

Don't let a broke bitch tell you where the money is
Don't let a broke nigga tell you where the money is
Go get it while you can my nig
Go get it while you can my nig
Never let a bitch without a dad tell you what a real man is
Go get it
Go get it
Go get the money