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C. Pillow - I Ain't Lyrics



C. Pillow - I Ain't Lyrics




I ain't never gave a f*ck about no n'gga
Or no f*cking bitches that ain't getting it how i'm getting it
And bitch you must be tripping if you think that imma trust ya
After i nut i send her back to her busta (f*ckin) sucka
And whore why you thinking you in love
It ain't about the money why you bring my name up
I stay with the strap incase a n'gga wanna go
I ain't never have a f*ck about no n'gga where the smoke
I came in by myself, me & my mama been cool
My daddy never been around yeah well f*ck him too
Ice trice thats my pops tho, i love my dude
So if you f*cking with my pops, bitch youll get popped with a tool
You out of bounce with it n'gga you aint in the game
I been starting since i started with a fake money chain
But that was back in the day, i was like 9 or some shit
You dont believe bitch ask tyb & all em
These bitches say they love me i know its just for the clout
Homegirl you talking too much, be quiet & gimme some mouf
They did they best to try & stop me so i shortened they route
The road less traveled by, & still i made it back out
I'm who they call in a drout
Better keep my name out yo mouth
I fed you n'ggas when you aint have shit to put in yo mouth
When i got neck from yo bitch
I got it all on the snap
So one press of a button
And who you are its a wrap
Oh you real sad
Make em Mad Mad? must a move then
Chopper style, line up from the back, he'll never move again
Make you suicidal, isolate upon arrival
DOA... we dont play... youll become a message in a bottle
Bitch im bout the shit i talk about
I got caught up once... but we not gon talk about it.
They praying i dont make it up, but i ain't bothered by it
I been up in the trees & its been hella quiet
Bitch
I ain't never gave a f*ck about no n'gga
Or no f*cking bitches that ain't getting it how i'm getting it
And bitch you must be tripping if you think that imma trust ya
After i nut i send her back to her busta (f*ckin) sucka
And whore why you thinking you in love
It ain't about the money why you bring my name up
I stay with the strap incase a n'gga wanna go
I ain't never have a f*ck about no n'gga where the smoke
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I ain't never gave a f*ck about no n'gga
Or no f*cking bitches that ain't getting it how i'm getting it
And bitch you must be tripping if you think that imma trust ya
After i nut i send her back to her busta (f*ckin) sucka
And whore why you thinking you in love
It ain't about the money why you bring my name up
I stay with the strap incase a n'gga wanna go
I ain't never have a f*ck about no n'gga where the smoke
I came in by myself, me & my mama been cool
My daddy never been around yeah well f*ck him too
Ice trice thats my pops tho, i love my dude
So if you f*cking with my pops, bitch youll get popped with a tool
You out of bounce with it n'gga you aint in the game
I been starting since i started with a fake money chain
But that was back in the day, i was like 9 or some shit
You dont believe bitch ask tyb & all em
These bitches say they love me i know its just for the clout
Homegirl you talking too much, be quiet & gimme some mouf
They did they best to try & stop me so i shortened they route
The road less traveled by, & still i made it back out
I'm who they call in a drout
Better keep my name out yo mouth
I fed you n'ggas when you aint have shit to put in yo mouth
When i got neck from yo bitch
I got it all on the snap
So one press of a button
And who you are its a wrap
Oh you real sad
Make em Mad Mad? must a move then
Chopper style, line up from the back, he'll never move again
Make you suicidal, isolate upon arrival
DOA... we dont play... youll become a message in a bottle
Bitch im bout the shit i talk about
I got caught up once... but we not gon talk about it.
They praying i dont make it up, but i ain't bothered by it
I been up in the trees & its been hella quiet
Bitch
I ain't never gave a f*ck about no n'gga
Or no f*cking bitches that ain't getting it how i'm getting it
And bitch you must be tripping if you think that imma trust ya
After i nut i send her back to her busta (f*ckin) sucka
And whore why you thinking you in love
It ain't about the money why you bring my name up
I stay with the strap incase a n'gga wanna go
I ain't never have a f*ck about no n'gga where the smoke
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Writer: Cheyenne Pillow
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