Yella Beezy - Fuck What He's Sayin paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Fuck What He's Sayin - Yella Beezy



I know your nigga be playin', but fuck what he sayin'
I know you're sick of his bullshit, and all that fuckin' explainin'
Every day it's some other shit, he keep making you angry
You keep sayin' that you through
With buddy, but none' seems to changes
But fuck what he sayin', fuck what he sayin'
But fuck what he sayin', yeah fuck what he sayin'
Know you're tired of the playin', you're tired of that playin'
All that bitchin', explainin', all that bitchin', explainin'
I know you're tired of the playin', and that nigga lazy
He stay on that childish shit and gon' keep drivin' you crazy
You ain't gon' get younger girl, time flyin', you agin'
Come fuck with a real nigga, that's a man, you can't raise him
Let go, you can't save him, disrespectful behavior
Indulging in other bitches, all up in they faces
I swear you deserve better, what the fuck have he gave you?
Say baby don't worry 'bout him, what he bring to the table?
No I cannot lie, yeah you do somethin' to me girl
Put that pride to the side and bring that pussy to me girl
I don't care about our lives, I just got shot by Cupid girl
So let me slide up inside, let's cut up and get foolish girl
I know your nigga be playin', but fuck what he sayin'
I know you're sick of his bullshit, and all that fuckin' explainin'
Every day it's some other shit, he keep making you angry
You keep sayin' that you through
With buddy, but none' seems to changes
But fuck what he sayin', fuck what he sayin'
But fuck what he sayin', yeah fuck what he sayin'
Know you're tired of the playin', you're tired of that playin'
All that bitchin', explainin', all that bitchin', explainin'
Every day it's some new shit
Makin' empty promises, he ain't gon' do shit
Hit that nigga line and tell him my new boo lit
How you wife that ho, she on some fuck the crew shit
We on a new trip, hop up in my new whip
Walkin' bow-legged, pockets full of blue chips
These ain't old hundreds, paper, I got blue strips
And we don't drive home, and lil boy yeah we flew here
Just pop you a tab, let's get your roll on
I hope you up for a new ride, baby hold on
Show baby how I get down, your ex was so wrong
Baby don't you worry now, I'll have your soul gone
I know your nigga be playin', but fuck what he sayin'
I know you're sick of his bullshit, and all that fuckin' explainin'
Every day it's some other shit, he keep making you angry
You keep sayin' that you through
With buddy, but none' seems to changes
But fuck what he sayin', fuck what he sayin'
But fuck what he sayin', yeah fuck what he sayin'
Know you're tired of the playin', you're tired of that playin'
All that bitchin', explainin', all that bitchin', explainin'



Writer(s): Markies Deandre Conway


Yella Beezy - Lite Work, Vol. 2
Album Lite Work, Vol. 2
date de sortie
21-12-2017




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