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letra de bullshit - stro

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
p. soul on the track

[verse]
i ain’t tryna hear that bullsh-t
oh, you spent the bag on the new whip?
you just got a change up and went, now your crew lit?
finna k!ll the club when that tmz news clip
bodyguards in the entourage on they goon sh-t
views lit, but n0body know about your music
yeah, don’t spit crack but you use it
huh, when the flash stash, they’ll be useless
man, shout out your investors
huh, you ain’t have to drive by yourself in a tesla
a n-gga too extra, need a stylist from the [?], girl
who the h-ll dressed ya?
i see these players on that new stuff (on that new stuff)
i keep the sh-t groovy like two cuts
track mean, and they got the lean like a two cuffs (yeah)
y’all n-ggas scared of the truth, put your shoes up
i ain’t tryna hear that bullsh-t
shawty, that’s your bro, not your new d-ck
seen you in the pic with the clique on some spook sh-t
seen you in the video, you was lookin’ litty though
try to hit me with the “okey-doke”, ah
i just want a lil strokey-stroke
you try and get me for the ‘lou, what you think i got?
verified on the gram, you got a big ol’ spot
forty-thousand on the gram, you got a big ol’ house
i’ma hold this n-gga hand like a big ole spouse
but you was at the homie crib with ya big o’s out
how i know? ya home girl got a big ol’ mouth
you got [?] too much?
always gonna check on a best friend boyfriend (she won’t f-ck)
in the fast lane, i could never get stuck
put a thotty over money, n-gga, what?
i ain’t tryna hear that bullsh-t
the man had a tooly on ’em (tooly on ’em)
the man was a crook, but keep it real
you was scared at how that man look (how that man look)
if for three hunnid years, i been a threat
how a n-gga still here ain’t figured out yet?
how people maintained they fresh when they oppressed?
in the nerve to request respect when they address
black claimin’ they blessed, let’s be honest, man
i’m a god, and to you, that’s a problem, man
coachin’, most persuasive
even if you racist, you cannot escape it
you see it, you gon’ tape it
pull up to a show, when you see who gon’ make it (when you see who gon’ make it)
got your baby girl on some backstage sh-t (on some backstage sh-t)
and she glad that she came to the show
and told me she ain’t never slept with a n-gga before
hmhm, hmhm
i ain’t tryna hear that bullsh-t
i ain’t tryna hear that bullsh-t

- stro

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