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Don Trip - Proof Lyrics and Video

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'Proof' Lyrics - Don Trip
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(Bridge)
I’m just tryna make my music
And fuck hoes in my Jacuzzi
But out here niggas talkin foolish
Got that 30 round that’s on me,
Potna please don’t make me prove it

(Verse)
That money made me obnoxious, self-centered, intolerable
If I can’t make no dollars off it
Bitch I don’t even wanna talk to you
Fuck yo feelings, fuck yo point of view
I couldn’t care less about what you goin through
Real recognize real and I’m not so sure of you bitch
Fuck you want from me? I’m not here, deny charity
Gold diggers wanna neighbor me
Somebody tell that hoe to seek therapy
I got enough stress, I got money from that fuck up deal last year I ain’t touched yet
It’s me, myself and I
Then we give a fuck if that makes you upset
Truthfully, no, truthfully
What else could you do to me?
I watched mama pawn all her jewelry
Just so she can buy food to eat
You know who I’m with, if it’s you and me
I ain’t had the same as I used to be
You damn right I’ve been losin sleep
I’ve been on a 3 year losin streak
But I ain’t lost a step, I was in too deep then I caught my breath
They say that experience is the best teacher
In that case, I guess I taught myself
Burner on me, no that ain’t nothing
Knew the same nigga from last year
The truth is I couldn’t change
Even if I was a cashier

(Bridge)
I’m just tryna make my music
And fuck hoes in my Jacuzzi
But out here niggas talkin foolish
Got that 30 round that’s on me,
Potna please don’t make me prove it

(Hook)
I said please don’t make me prove it, please don’t make me prove it
If I pull that sum bitch out then that mean I gotta use it
I said please don’t make me prove it, please don’t make me prove it
If I pull that sum bitch out then that mean I gotta use it

(Verse)
I say fuck whoever don’t ride for me
Man yo pane so obsolete
I pull a price on yo bank account then all my goons go on a shopping spree
They ain’t makin no Twitter rants
I’m too motherfuckin sick and fat
I got too much dough to be desperate
And not enough to be kickin it back
It go rearview, brown bitch make some match
I fuck em but I never deal with em
I’m a dog ass nigga, they still dig me
I get mo pussy then kitty litter
I wake up to see billboards
That mean I see the bigger picture
I’m bout my cut like the service scout
Pull out razor and a pair of scissors
Bitch!

I’m all I got and I got no complaints
Pistol full of brass and my heart filled with novocaine
Dollar after dollar, tryna reach my quota
That’s why I wake up and grind like a couple forgies

(Bridge)
I’m just tryna make my music
And fuck hoes in my Jacuzzi
But out here niggas talkin foolish
Got that 30 round that’s on me,
Potna please don’t make me prove it

(Hook)
I said please don’t make me prove it, please don’t make me prove it
If I pull that sum bitch out then that mean I gotta use it
I said please don’t make me prove it, please don’t make me prove it
If I pull that sum bitch out then that mean I gotta use it

I said please don’t make me prove it

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Don Trip - Proof

Don Trip - Neil Armstrong Lyrics and Video

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'Neil Armstrong' Lyrics - Don Trip
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(Verse)
Kill a nigga over nothing
Run from fast money, is a control substance
I’m addicted to it, bitch I got the shakes
And I hit the Rove runnin like I cut the brakes
Sharp blade to his knee, tell him cut the cake
Point a bitch took my dick, tell er fuck a date
95, got that slow money, call it steel mills
GPS, ask what’s my destination, I say straight to hell
I’m not jokin baby, I’m so Dave Chapelle
I’m so sick and fat, if I’d try to weight myself I’d break the scale
Where’s my competition, I’m so tired of having to face myself
I keep killin this shit and killin this shit, I might have to pace myself

(Pre-Hook)
With all this money I make, and all these hoes in my face
I got so much on my plate
But I wouldn’t dare take a break
Baby I’m so fresh to death, I have a wake every day
I’mma stay strapped til I die
I’ll take my glock to my grave

(Hook)
Give me space, give me space
Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space
Give me space, give me space
I’m so muthafuckin fly, give me space
Give me space!
Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space
Give me space!
I’m so muthafuckin fly, give me space

(Verse)
Stay in yo lane, I don’t give a fuck how you ride, I ain’t too famous to fire
I got young niggas with me shootin while they tryna break a tie
And life’s too short to take yo time
I spend every day on the grind
You just in the way of the grind
No hesitation, you dyin if you ever play with what’s mine
Trap nigga bout my Nike sign and my life in times
Loved a pretty bitch round my dick like her license expired
I’m so motherfuckin high, I may just take this so much space
So good the sun will break
I’m with this shit, that’s more than some would say
And one would say the truth I already lost
If this is a number’s race
You should have funds to chase instead you soak until you runnin a play
And you don’t run the streets
You know what’s yo mind’s you don’t even run yo plates
I wouldn’t be bout it wit yo pretending ass but I can’t even concentrate

(Pre-Hook)
With all this money I make, and all these hoes in my face
I got so much on my plate
But I wouldn’t dare take a break
Baby I’m so fresh to death, I have a wake every day
I’mma stay strapped til I die
I’ll take my glock to my grave

(Hook)
Give me space, give me space
Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space
Give me space, give me space
I’m so muthafuckin fly, give me space
Give me space!
Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space
Give me space!
I’m so muthafuckin fly, give me space

(Verse)
But I stare the devil dead in the face
Tell em if I go to hell he gon need a new place
Drove myself insane, tryna get my own fate
Lil nigga still swingin, never left the home place, draw yo drapes
Close yo curtains, shut yo blinds, stay inside
It’s a jungle outside, they put money over pride
I put money on my mind and my mind in the may
At yo motherfuckin throat, bout to show you how to shave

(Pre-Hook)
With all this money I make, and all these hoes in my face
I got so much on my plate
But I wouldn’t dare take a break
Baby I’m so fresh to death, I have a wake every day
I’mma stay strapped til I die
I’ll take my glock to my grave

(Hook)
Give me space, give me space
Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space
Give me space, give me space
I’m so muthafuckin fly, give me space
Give me space!
Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space
Give me space!
I’m so muthafuckin fly, give me space

Give me space!

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Don Trip - Cream of the Crop Lyrics and Video

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'Cream of the Crop' Lyrics - Don Trip
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(Verse)
Fuck was I thinkin?
Shit, I shoulda known bout it
I shoulda trusted my gut, maybe this shit woulda gone better
Time to fire lawyer, he’s not looking out for me
Obviously I’m trapped in a whole nother trap, the irony
So fuck this shit, I’mma do me nigga
So what? Go ahead, sue me nigga
I’ll die about it, I’ll kill for it
Now album out and I’m still tourin
Shouts go out to yo projects
You talk to more than you know
Now I don’t care if it’s up or down, I was under magnetic control
And I just give my all to this, give my heart to this
Til my heart explode
No man sound, I’m bare face, here to back what I’m owed
It’s my fault that I fucked up, I’m the dummy that signed
Everybody must play the fool, no exceptions I find
I blame nobody but I
I take my losses with pride
Bought 36 more watched, I’m makin up for lost time
Take no prisoners, no hostages
It’s all real, no politics
No apologies, I’m all in it so my kids never know poverty

(Verse)
I wanna ball out like yall do
I lost 60k in one lawsuit
Can’t keep a good dog down but I’m still eatin no dog food
Half a mill for that plug deal
But just in case it don’t fall through
I’m still trapped nigga, I got great credit, just hit me plug and we all cool
Inside, the realest with me
We’re all strapped and we’ll all shoot
Black van, we hop out
Spray you up, that’s a call booth
Take my tool, you know how to count money
That’s more important than any cartoon
And I hate these clothes, I love the money they payin niggas just to walk through
Love nothing more than my 3 kids
Kill you over they sace shoes
Go right at home, play with Jana
And feed her sisters while I watch the news
Either way I win
But I’m afraid a man lost his screws
What I’mma do if I go bad tho?
True thing’s I never thought it through
I never thought it through
I tried not to
I’m all alone for the plays
My mind is torn in 2
I don’t know what you want from me
I’ll give it all to who wants nothing
I’ve lost family and lost money
But I’m too invested to walk from it
Now preach

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Don Trip - New Blinds Lyrics and Video (Ft. Young Dolph)

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(Hook x2)
I got them pounds, ain’t no slowing down, bitch it’s going down
Slangin pine like I’m slangin pies, ain’t no breakin down
Work at night, we can’t work at that, I want every dime
Got me paranoid out my mind, fuckin up the blinds

(Verse)
Who’s that peepin in my window?
Damn, I gotta let somebody go down
3 ring circle, bitch I clown
And I still don’t fuck with you bozos
I’m in that water, might spend a couple G’s on a bad kitchen so I can do a showboat
What’s that? Who are you? Fuck you! I don’t really care
I’m just takin time to clear the air
I’mma ride til the wheels fall off and when the wheels fall I’mma go switch it this bill
Livin in the fast lane, highway to hell
No airbags, no seatbelt
Born in the trap, ain’t nobody finna help us out
We just have to save ourselves
So I go 30 bill in that trash bag, bout to sling em all to one guy
I see this nigga 2 times a week
And we don’t even say hi
Oh no, we don’t even wait no time
We just handed that and get go
I’m too paranoid, I know but I won’t need parel like I got coke

(Hook x2)
I got them pounds, ain’t no slowing down, bitch it’s going down
Slangin pine like I’m slangin pies, ain’t no breakin down
Work at night, we can’t work at that, I want every dime
Got me paranoid out my mind, fuckin up the blinds

(Verse)
What the hell you been doin?
Sellin pounds in and out of town
Thought you would, nigga you must be out yo mothafuckin mind
Hold on, wait, I changed my mind
Gon get you fired, then leave yo mama address with me just in case you try to hide
Like purple in the house and the rest outside
I’m splashin, I’m dunkin these bells like Clyde Drexler
Sendin full 48’s all day
And I keep 2 grams in my swisha
Fuck a double up, tryna make my triple
Trip with papi, already know I’m wit you
Posted Instagram, that’s a million dollar picture
A+ made me a half a million dollar nigga
I fucked a bitch, cut her off and I ain’t need no scissors
Jumped in the whip and burnt out, left her all in her feeling
Garbage bag full of green shit, round my way we call that landscape
Nah, I don’t fuck with pussy niggas, don’t attempt to give me no handshake

(Hook x2)
I got them pounds, ain’t no slowing down, bitch it’s going down
Slangin pine like I’m slangin pies, ain’t no breakin down
Work at night, we can’t work at that, I want every dime
Got me paranoid out my mind, fuckin up the blinds

(Verse)
I know too many niggas doin fed time
I know some others that ain’t made it to the headlines
And I know these broke niggas get best with
But I’m not shine weapon too selfish, try me I hit yo ass with that headlight
Bitch I’m ballin, I got 4 bullets past, you’re welcome to intercept it
I’m a business man and this effort is to protect my investment
I don’t give a damn bout to you, I’m just tryna get to my loot
I was 16, Shawty said if pour juice, suckin up dope in the booth
And I got mama so ashamed, she’d pretend she had no clue
But I was tryna hold our house together without glue
I spent far too many nights at the window with the extended
Thinkin whoever comin to get me is goin with me

(Hook x2)
I got them pounds, ain’t no slowing down, bitch it’s going down
Slangin pine like I’m slangin pies, ain’t no breakin down
Work at night, we can’t work at that, I want every dime
Got me paranoid out my mind, fuckin up the blinds

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Don Trip - God Speed Lyrics and Video

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(Hook)
I’m still on my job
I got work to do until my mom can quit her job
Put it all on me, maybe I won’t let it starve
RIP to Lil Paper, I turn back around and rap pull
All the hate in this world, and my word and my balls
At the moment both my balls getting borrowed by yo broad
Got a fully loaded pistol, with my back against the wall
If it’s me against the world then I plan to take em all

(Verse)
You lil niggas too soft, cotton balls
I ball
Cotton ball with top cash shit
That’s all I know
Spit game so sick I might stuff yo nose
High, I’m fly with a flock of hoes
Let the bitch ride me, she love control
Been 14 months since I shitted on niggas
So pardon me while I drop a load
These lil rappers got way too comfortable
Boy you’re sweeter than Jana’s jungle juice
Hit yo block, with all these drums
Yo labels would think a parade was comin through
Call yo bitch like baby I’m comin through
She like “oh, okay, I’m wakin boo”
I’m so sorry if you think I’m savin you yo chances of Shawty
Then these is daisy dudes
I’m too great to lose, so fly, I just flew the coupe
Great hair, yes I’m getting O’s
Still getting blow like chicken noodle soup
Who gon stop me? I’m still waitin for a candidate
All these busters swear they riders
Until they ridin in the ambulance
I’m more wealthy than I ever been
The sex is sweeter than gelatin
I’m bout that body and all my closets got choppas inside and not skeletons
I stick to that money like it’s magnetic
I’m saving my heart for miss Halle Berry
I live life faster than Kyle Perry
Your money’s funny and Malcolm the edit
Make you disappear, Malcolm the edit
Fresh out the jungle, Serengeti
May God look after the unlucky bastard who left with the hassle to come and get me
Woo! Me so arrogant, me no give no fuck
Pop quiz, who the shit?
Alright, pencils up
Where my competition?
Oh I wish I’m loved
Cus I don’t give a shit and I’m not givin in and I’m not givin up
Rock the game plan, alright stick em up
Fuck yo feelings until I get enough
All that money still I can’t get enough
Count so slow, Shawty I’m not in a rush

(Hook)
I’m still on my job
I got work to do until my mom can quit her job
Put it all on me, maybe I won’t let it starve
RIP to Lil Paper, I turn back around and rap pull
All the hate in this world, and my word and my balls
At the moment both my balls getting borrowed by yo broad
Got a fully loaded pistol, with my back against the wall
If it’s me against the world then I plan to take em all

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Don Trip - Road Warriors Lyrics and Video (Ft. Starlito)

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(Verse)
Say goodbye to my conscience
Meanwhile I go against the tide like…
Like dirty laundry, I fell for the Ponzi
Now I wanna spill on them niggas like I’m clumsy
Waitin on my moment to blow like a trumpet
I slipped somewhere along the line, my mind malfunction
I’m used to being listed as a halfnot
I came from the dirt but now the motherfuckin sandbox
I signed my John Hancock
My dream faded away like a jump shot
Long road ahead, no red stops
The game’s a lot harder than it looks from the press box
Cemetery pull but you can still good a guess like
Play the cards I’m dealt, just tryna make a jackpot
I want more capeter than the key boy kept locked, it’s stifling
You turned me into a villain, the crazy thing is I liked it
If being real’s a crime they’re wasting time on my indictments
I made it like tomorrow’s not coming for me
Crazy cus I’m ballin like I’ll never run out of money
But fuck it, life’s a gamble, bet it all on black
Play with my scratch, I’ll put a glowing red dot on yo head
You just a snack and I will eat yo heart out yo chest
And after seconds I got all these missing marbles and a fully loaded weapon
If you think I give a flyin fuck you got that wrong impression
Introduce me to yo lady, I’ll be plottin to undress her
Fuck you and all them niggas in yo studio
Gassin ya, I wipe what’s left of yo life out the calendar
I got out my deal and went and celebrated
Out at Chuck E Cheese, you caught yo journey in jail and
And they don’t fuck with yall good at rap
I don’t fuck with rats either, how fun is that?
Yea I come from the bottom oh but I’m not going back
And when my foes go snap that’s when I go take a nap
(And when my foes go snap that’s when I go take a nap)

(Verse)
My only fear is failure, a dream is bout the only thing that I won’t sell ya
An empty CD case of mine, it struck paraphernalia
I’m that dope, grind like I’m flip broke
It was the drivin and drank, then lean back and I’m fetcho
My rap quotes are exactly what it seem
If crack spoke
The club could say it’s too much soda on, yo lips beg the coke
Grill low passin, car on tinters, Coca Cola classic cans
Just grindin til we come up, I hope you know that that’s the plan
Same mission, same hustle, we all struggle
Halfhearted apology to the hoes that thought I loved you
Snoop told me not to, me and Trip and you talked to
Now, diss me I be done shot you
Free bout here, free die too, just know that I missed yo fam
My niggas was movin squares, I ain’t talkin scrollin through Instagram
Every show send them pictures man, fuck them hoe niggas snitchin
They got my folks in the system, someday I’m going to visit

Priz – the only place with more bars than this
Either that or the pharmacist, honest shit
Military ammo, my cartriges rip all through yo cartilage
Don’t shoot from too far, don’t miss
Those my 2 rules
Might be new to you but no, I ain’t new school
Loose screws, when I was signed I was also on news too
Top store, 30 shells popped out of glock 4
When the first cocaine music, first drop shit I shot short
It never ready, just ratata, sorta of a Robert Hory
These rappers, they brought me
Don’t care when they got extorted
And I’m fortunate just to make it
From what you sell or you snorted
But these hoes who ain’t even pregnant get paid for several abortions
Thought of getting endorsement
Coppin cars I couldn’t afford
Ridin round with that strap on safety, you a target if you important
And I’m important cus I provide
If mama cryes I rather be the prime suspect than the victim of a homicide,
I’m traumatized

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Don Trip - Mojo Jojo Lyrics and Video

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(Hook x2)
Hold up Mojo Jojo, hold up hold up Mojo Jojo
Hold up hold up Mojo Jojo, hold up hold up Mojo Jojo
Hold up
All we talking bout money homie
Pointblank, period
If you ain’t talkin bout money homie then we ain’t takin you serious

(Verse)
Kick back like it’s for the long
You can’t see it but I’m connected like a corner phone
On the move like a mobile home
Still tote heavy metal like a rolling stone
Bout to hold it down and load em up
Stuff my heart back in the freezer, it ain’t cold enough
We gon get this dough and split it like a coconut
Bitch I bet I bleed the block like a open cut
The price is going up fast, hyper uppercut
Stickin to the money like it got a suction cup
Then blow to my bubble bus
And I got this bitch jumpin like double cups

(Bridge)
Go on, tell me to shout, we ain’t getting much spade
50 deep in that plug, please move out of my way
I ain’t come here to talk, please get out of my face
Baby give me my room, please don’t step on my chain

(Hook x2)
Hold up Mojo Jojo, hold up hold up Mojo Jojo
Hold up hold up Mojo Jojo, hold up hold up Mojo Jojo
Hold up
All we talking bout money homie
Pointblank, period
If you ain’t talkin bout money homie then we ain’t takin you serious

(Verse)
I think I’m the last of my species
Mr Trip, yes I’m the shit, oh I’m the shit like feces
I’m in the dirt, I need cleats
Flow double than the VC
It’s a thin line between love and wash
Shoot it in her face and then retreat
I spit dope and distribute
I still managed to avoid prison
I’m real in paper, I’m sports fiction
I’m fresh to death, call the mortician
Yo money funny, you’re so silly
I don’t know how you cope with it
I’m in that coupe, the sky’s the limit
In other words it got no ceiling

Getting money, it’s all I gotta say
I wouldn’t even rap if I wasn’t getting paid
Got bees in the trap, put em back in the safe
And it’s crossin that bitch, hopin that it don’t rain
Sorry mama, no saving me
My sack loud as this Dre beats
And I’m laid back wit today’s bitch
Getting mo head than last week

(Bridge)
Go on, tell me to shout, we ain’t getting much spade
50 deep in that plug, please move out of my way
I ain’t come here to talk, please get out of my face
Baby give me my room, please don’t step on my chain

(Hook)
Hold up Mojo Jojo, hold up hold up Mojo Jojo
Hold up hold up Mojo Jojo, hold up hold up Mojo Jojo
Hold up
All we talking bout money homie
Pointblank, period
If you ain’t talkin bout money homie then we ain’t takin you serious

Hold up…
Hold up…
Hold up…
All we talking bout money homie
Pointblank, period
If you ain’t talkin bout money homie then we ain’t takin you serious

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Don Trip - Still In The Trap Lyrics and Video (Ft. Juicy J)

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(Verse)
Okay! Ridin round in my city
I got a bag up in the glove compartment
And a brown bitch named Penny
Yes I’m a mess, I make a mess and she lick it up when I’m finished
I wet her up like a gremlin
Spread her legs open, I’m swimming
Got two white girls that I’m digging
I’m no sponsor, they’re both lending
One named Suzie, one named Cindy
One drink vodka, one drink Henny
I’m ballin, all that screamin
Killin pussy, no forensics
Round Louie ain’t no Prada
Bitch be happy you got Denims
Just one night, it’s time we end it
And Kleenex is recommended
I get paper, I get pussy but I don’t mix it,
I’m no chemist
Use my number, man it’s business
Yes I’m stripped and I admit it
If it’s a crime then I’ll be waitin for my sentence

(Hook x2)
Still in trap – that’s all I know
Still getting money, still slangin dough
So many cars, so many hoes
You make it rain, we make it snow

(Verse)
Being broke don’t make any sense
So much cash comin you would think we printed it
Blow the money fast, now you think we winnin it
Where yo pussy baby girl but I’m not lendin shit
Ain’t no takin down them bitches, I be swimming in that
Paper off her pussy, fuck her innocence
Really if you give her a dime I thinkin you’re pimpin off or you’re ignorant
Cus me, I run more game on it then they busters and trillions
I’m still in that YSL, here’s all the paper we reel in here
I take a bitch, kill her pussy
Then take her friend and kill again
Hit em square, got a tough dick
And they don’t get with no middle man
And I come back when I want to
And I never give em no dividends

(Hook x2)
Still in trap – that’s all I know
Still getting money, still slangin dough
So many cars, so many hoes
You make it rain, we make it snow

(Verse)
Money talks, don’t I know?
All the way with that plastic, there’s no toy, no tico
Ballin that ice-o
Plenty whips no dyke-o
I’m gainin pound and slangin pounds
But you losin weight, lipo
My old bitches they maniac and my new bitches they psycho
And one day they want me to know
What can I say? I got high hopes
Spit game, I got a higher score
Pimp shit is all I know
And if you haven’t yet decide to run for president
He got my vote
Ride dirty, it’s more blessed
But I’m dressed cleaner than daso
A bank account, as in 5 O’s
But I’m still duckin for the 5O
Car tinted like the president
Tryna avoid these spyin hoes
But I gave it to you, I get to the money
In a dark room with a black fo

(Hook x2)
Still in trap – that’s all I know
Still getting money, still slangin dough
So many cars, so many hoes
You make it rain, we make it snow

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Don Trip - Still Got Love 4 Ya Lyrics and Video (Ft. Jeremih)

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Let’s chill, I don’t wanna settle down
It’s not what I want
It can be bad before, it can be bad afterwards
But when it’s good, it’s good

I still call your phone late at night
You answer cause you think I’m mister right
Your sex is the only thing I say
Damn the truth hurts, but I got love 4 you
I’m not in love with you no more
I’m not in love with you no more
I’m not in love with you
I’m not in love with you no more

Nah, no candles, no rose petals
I’m just tryna get licked like a closed letter
Say I’m tryna get neck like a gold …
Ain’t no love in my heart, you should have known better
But I love what’s in your pants like a gold treasure
We keep going back and forth it’s a broken record
I know I still melt your heart in the coldest weather
But the fact remains, we don’t belong together
Let’s chill, no darling I don’t wanna settle
Even when I’m feeling like your love is the best ever
Yes I got love for you, I’m not in love with you
This ain’t no love letter
That’s why you deserve more, I know you deserve better
But I’m not fit for you, I’m flyer than bird feathers
You love me to death though, I made need pound …
Cause you know I’m a dawg yo, you gonn need a dog catcher

I still call your phone late at night
You answer cause you think I’m mister right
Your sex is the only thing I say
Damn the truth hurts, but I got love 4 you
I’m not in love with you no more
I’m not in love with you no more
I’m not in love with you
I’m not in love with you no more

I swear I love it when it’s wet
And love it when it’s wrong
I don’t wanna be correct,
I don’t want your heart, I just want you out your dress
Let the kitten out the bag, and I’ll beat it to death
After that I’m taking off faster than a jet
Pack my parachute in case I have to press eject
I just wanna cores, no I don’t wanna connect
And send you back home without a higgy on your neck
It starts with a call then a picture gets text
And before you know it, we be at it like we just met
As if we ain’t split, as it I wasn’t your ex
A part of you was wishing it was more than just sex
Sorry baby our relationship wrecked
And I really wish you would just let the ship rest
Yes, to the left, to the left
Every feeling that we shared,
To the box, to the left

I still call your phone late at night
You answer cause you think I’m mister right
Your sex is the only thing I say
Damn the truth hurts, but I got love 4 you
I’m not in love with you no more
I’m not in love with you no more
I’m not in love with you
I’m not in love with you no more

So let’s chill, I don’t wanna settle down
It’s not what I wanna do
Take this time,
Let’s chill I don’t wanna settle down
It’s not what I wanna do
I wanna take this time to keep this real

I still call your phone late at night
You answer cause you think I’m mister right
Your sex is the only thing I say
Damn the truth hurts, but I got love 4 you
I’m not in love with you no more
I’m not in love with you no more
I’m not in love with you
I’m not in love with you no more.

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Chorus:
I say I don’t give a fuck now like me
I say I don’t give a fuck now like me
Oh no, I don’t give a fuck now like me
Sorry I don’t give a fuck now like me!
Fuck ‘em, I don’t give a fuck like me!

No, I don’t got shit to prove
No, I ain’t prove no more,
And I ain’t no foe, but I still…
You’re so concerned about my real life
And that’s all right, but who are you?
It’s just another nigger with a…
You don’t know shit about ‘em freaks
You probably still…
You don’t know shit about your blog,
cause you pay your bills with all that
How about your baby about to be born,
And you got pampers wipes …
How about your momma fucking your best friend
And you’re both friends at school
But it’s OK, she thinks it’s cool
You’re in her way, it’s time you move
And you just paid out her damn bills,
So you feel like a fool!
So what do you suggest I do,
you think you know, you got no clue
So please don’t tell me hat you think I’ve been through!

Chorus:
I say I don’t give a fuck now like me
I say I don’t give a fuck now like me
Oh no, I don’t give a fuck now like me
Sorry I don’t give a fuck now like me!
Fuck ‘em, I don’t give a fuck like me!

OK, so I’m.. funny, they’re blaming on my dough
But I don’t know you when I want to
So fuck you, and your foes know I’m not mighty, I’m not foe
I’m no… I’ no low
And all that bang is … like I got told, it’s all I know!
No, ain’t no way we’re cliquing up,
If I ain’t with you when I was broke
And we was cool, and you…
We’ll never be cool no more!
Niggers say ain’t… before
And ain’t no way I saw no dough
Well, I was …like imposing you too broke
So you would know!
I pay my bills, ain’t pay no hoe
Ain’t about no shoes, ain’t about no doughs
I stay my ground up, trying to climb up
And get us at that hoe
And I did damn good,even though a nigger think…
And you can take my G and…

Chorus:
I say I don’t give a fuck now like me
I say I don’t give a fuck now like me
Oh no, I don’t give a fuck now like me
Sorry I don’t give a fuck now like me!
Fuck ‘em, I don’t give a fuck like me!

I ain’t tough for me, ain’t shit for free no more!
I got the tool on dick, I don’t …
Bring your money, keep your… but I need more…
If you try me and… you wouldn’t breathe no more!
Brought my pounds scale for sale…
So for more, … momma came home
I got a job, but man, I’m on
And I pay bills, and I pay bills, and I pay bills
We’re on our own!
I did what I had to do to get that…
So fuck who think I’m wrong!
And if a beta don’t let my songs pay me no …
Better move on, you are my… please hold on!
I got service all on my phone, and I came quick
Cause if I do…

Chorus:
I say I don’t give a fuck now like me
I say I don’t give a fuck now like me
Oh no, I don’t give a fuck now like me
Sorry I don’t give a fuck now like me!
Fuck ‘em, I don’t give a fuck like me!

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when you come from nothing and turn it into a fortune
the people around you all want their portion
a couple mercedes, a couple of porsches
the bitches are shiesty so a couple abortions
hoes gets slimey, they all like oysters
the media picking at you they all like vultures
and you on the pedestal, you gotta stay focused
every move you make, it represents your culture
you wanna be normal, but that life’s over
now you on tv, magazines and posters
your represent gangstas, you represent soldiers
and they can’t stand you, why cause you not oprah
and you got tattoos, your ? all rolled up
and they like “oh my” and you like “so what”
the world is cool but one thing it showed us
whatever don’t kill us only makes us more tough

in search of fame, at sanity’s cost
you a household name, but all privacy lost
you make a mistake, they hang you up on a cross
all of a sudden they forgot who you are
they forgot about all the times you hustled and fall
please show me a king thats never suffered a loss
or show me a man that never suffered a scar
and i’ll show you a man thats never given his all
i’ll show you man thats never given his heart
from becoming a monster, it’s all ya fault
you can’t be a gentleman when you swimming with sharks
shit, when you wanna be superman, who gonna be clarke kent
pour out my heart until i wind up heartless
tryna become a father without having a father
they here when you ride then celebrate when you fall
but throughout it all, i just ball

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"Letter To My Son (Remix)" Lyrics - Don Trip (Ft. Cee-Lo Green)

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please, no pitty for a g
i got a son that i barely get to see
i see him for an hour, and then he got to leave
on top of that, i only get to see him once a week!
yeah, right, lucky me...
well fuck [?] and whoever disagree
i learned a valuable lesson, indeed
but i'm just trying to be the best father i can be
apparently i'm an unfit father
cause all i know is dope and all i got is dirty dollars
but i'm selling dope to help my family get farther
cause no 9 to 5 is gonna prevent us from starving
as i was saying, i don't get to see you like i want to
i just want to let you know i want to
if the court grant me visitation, i'm going to
but you're too young to understand what we going through...
and your mama low-down
she just doing everything to hurt me right now
why? cause i don't love her like i used to
so to get back at me, she knows she gotta use you
and i don't know what else to do
she don't understand that this siht will bruise you too
and now i gotta take a bitch to court
so either way, it's a lose-lose

[hook: cee lo]
bringing the love to my baby
bringing the love to my son
tell em [?] baby
but it's not over, it's not done
i told your mama i don't love her
and made her [?] now she gone
so i'm a be the bad one
but i just wanna see my son...

i tried talking to the bitch
but she keep using you as a bargaining chip
and i am not the one to be bargaining with
that makes me wanna go and put my paws on this bitch
i swear this shit ain't even right, bruh
i ain't even got the chance to change your fuckin diaper
this is what i get for going raw when i piped her
thinking that i loved her when i shouldn't have even liked her
but i do not regret my child
stupid bitch, i just wanna see my child!
do what you may, but you will never make me bow
fuck child support, bitch! take me to trial
why you want this shit? cause i ain't reaching no vowels
bitch move on me, and you ain't working out
so what it matter if i move to work out?
i provided, put food in his mouth

[hook: cee lo]

now the fact i'm in school right now
in case the music don't work and i can put the work down
my mama say this shit sure to work out
all this bullshit i'm going through
to see my first child
see his first steps, see his first smile
hear his first words, teach him how to count
but i guess i been counted out
seeing as the bitch don't want me around
when i speak to him, he don't recognize the sound
the sound of my voice, so he just looks around
i know she enjoy it, so i suck it up and smile
but fuck this stupid bitch, i just wanna see my child!

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Please, No pitty for a G
know I got a son that I barely get to see
I see him for an hour, after that he gotta leave,
on top of that I only get to see him once a week,
yeah, right, look at me, well f-ck (?) and whoever disagree
I learned a valuable lesson indeed,
but I’m just tryna be the best father I can be
apparantly I’m an unfit father, coz all I know is dope,
and all i got is 30 dollas
but im selling dope to help my family get farther
cuz no 9 to 5 is gonna provent us from starving
I’m sorry Jaylen, I dont get to see ya like I want to
I just want to let you know i want to
if the court grant me visitation then im going to,
but your’e too young to understand what were goin through
and your momma low down
shes just doin everything to hurt me right now
why? coz i dont love her like I used to
so to get back at me she know she gotta use you
and I dont know what else to do
she dont understand that this shit will bruise you too
and now I gotta take the bitch to court
so either way its a lose lose
I try talking to the bitch, but she keep using you as a bargaining chip
and I am not the one to be bargaining with
that just make me wanna go and put my palms on that bitch
I swear this shit aint even right bruh
I aint even got the chance to change a f-ckin diaper
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this is what I get for going raw when I piped her
thinkin that I loved her when I shouldn’t of even liked her
but I do not regret ma child
stupid bitch I just wanna see ma child
do watch you make but you will never make me bow
f-ck child support bitch take me to trial
why you with this sh-t cause I aint read you no vowels?
bitch move on, me and you aint working out
so what it matter if I moved to work out
long as I provide and put food in his mouth
matter of fact I in school right now in case the music dont work
and I can put the work down
my momma say this sh-t sure to work out
all the bullsh-t I’m going through to see my first child
see his first steps, see his first smile
hear his first words, teach him how to count
but I guess I’ve been counted out
seein’ as the bitch don’t want me around
when I speak to him he don’t recognise the sound
the sound of my voice so he just looks around
I know she enjoys so I suck it up and smile
but f-ck this stupid b-tch, I just wanna see my child
I just wanna see my
I just wanna see my child
stupid bitch I hope you proud

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