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whoa. it ain't none of yo business, how i ball in these streets, what bad bitch, laying in my sheets, and it ain't none of yo business, how i'm getting my do', just know, that i get it on the low, and it ain't none of ya business, so don't even ask, how i get my money, how i'm stacking my cash, boys always wanna ask o, ay what you pay for that, say what that cost bro, they see me with a bitch, with a ass like whoa, the first thing they gon' ask, is you fucking that hoe, well first things first, it ain't none of yo bis', don't worry bout me, nigga worry bout your kids, you tell em where you stay, man they run up in your crib, you tell em what you scoring, you end up doing bids, man these boys is so nosy, look at all them hating, cause i'm sipping on some rosay, see me dap my essay, they say how you know jose, oh that's where you get your work from, a stripper told me, well she don't know shit, and you niggaz so boldgy, peeping, with your looking ass, cause i'm burning bread, like i'm cooking cash, tell these boys your bis', get tooken fast, wanna know how to come up, stop with the trash, it ain't none of yo business, how i ball in these streets, what bad bitch, laying in my sheets, and it ain't none of yo business, how i'm getting my do', just know, that i get it on the low, and it ain't none of ya business, how i'm stacking my bread, if it ain't these damn jackers, it's the fed's, and it ain't none of yo business, so don't worry bout me, all you gotta know, is nigga i'm a g, why you so nosy, worry bout yourself, niggaz the new bitches, gossip like hoes, acting like they on they periods, when they see a hoe, quick talk with they opinion, when it ain't worth shit, before you give me some advice, get where i'm at bitch, trying to save my sluts, asking why they fuck with me, tell her now i'm a dog, i done fucked the whole city, i'm like mayn, what part of the game is that, and after all your hate, she still came right back, tal'n bout what i'm worth, and how a nigga don't spend, sound like a bunch of hoes, y'all niggaz ain't men, asking questions bout what i drive, and where i live, might be snitching trying to send them fed's, to my crib, keep my name out your mouth, 'fore i break it, and next chance i get to bust ya head, i'ma take it, don't worry bout my money, if i'm the one that make it, they see a playa shining, and they hoe ass hate it, why you so nosy, worry bout yourself
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Artist: lil' o