[Bridge: 8Ball]
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I ainĄ¯t got no room for none of that bullshit, no room for none of you haters
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No room for none of that fuck shit, no room for none of that
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I ainĄ¯t got no room for none of that bullshit, no room for none of you haters
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No room for none of that fuck shit, no room for none of you suckaĄ¯s
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[Hook: 8Ball]
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I ainĄ¯t got no room for none of that, I ainĄ¯t got no room for none of that
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I ainĄ¯t got no room for none of that, I ainĄ¯t got no room for none of that
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I ainĄ¯t got no room for none of that, I ainĄ¯t got no room for none of that
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I ainĄ¯t got no room for none of that, I ainĄ¯t got no room for none of that
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[Verse 1: 8Ball]
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I ainĄ¯t got no room for all of that talking, you and all them hoes
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Bitch nigga keep walking, you fucking up my flow
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Mary Jane in my suite, you can smell it when I heat it
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On that Hennessy straight, that shit make a nigga act igĄ¯nant
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Pop that pistol like a rule , extra clips on deck
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Gold in my mouth and, gold around my neck
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Season up the track like, fat back on your mama greens
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Why IĄ¯m in your bitch face, fat back in your bitch jeans
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Bread, your conversation must contain it
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If it doesnĄ¯t then to me youĄ¯re just not entertaining
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IĄ¯m in my old school, top down, music banging
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Me and some hoes, not a bunch of lames hanging
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[Bridge]
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Trinidad James]
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YĄ¯all see my cover, start hating
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I seen your bitch and start pimping
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Need an 8 ball of that hard shit? My niggas get you straight
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IĄ¯m from the A-Town, we ride old schoolĄ¯s, we coming out skating
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I hit your bitch good, yeah that pussy hot, I was literally cumming out singing
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Please forgive me my sins, cause I see these haters again
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In the front and side of my mirror, trying to bring me down to them
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Trying to bring me down to end, turn back up on they ass
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Like three hits of that gas, like three hits of that gas
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I went from the cheetah shirt, red slacks, to a couple dollars in my hand
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To that cheetah thing, wearing twenty bands, in that motherfucking bag
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I got motherfucking swag, this swag fuck your mama
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You can talk shit if you want to, but hating not an option
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Bitch
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[Hook]
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[Bridge]
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[Verse 3: 8Ball]
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I ainĄ¯t got no room for all of that playing, money what we Ą¯bout
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Niggas better watch what they saying, that iron will come out
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The one thatĄ¯s in my jeans, good weed and bands of that bread
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The key to what I pulled up in, good weed and bands of that bread
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Magnificent, fat boy he be ripping shit
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Some people donĄ¯t see the gift, fat boy he donĄ¯t give a shit
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Talk it like I see it, my vision sometimes is distorted
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Talking from my heart, write it down and then record it
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Ride to it and smoke, me and one of my hoes
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She in stretch pants and heels and her fingers match her toes
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Sprite of the DJ Screw, obstructing my view
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DonĄ¯t speak when I see yaĄ¯, that mean I donĄ¯t fuck with you
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[Bridge]
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[Hook]
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No Room
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| 8Ball |
