Yea Yea Yea

Yeah, everybody tellin' me how I should live my life or what I can do
Yeah, well I don't live my fuckin' life like you
Like everybody talking, everybody got something to say
But they ain't say nothin'
Cause when I hear them I'm just like, yeah, yeah, yeah-

Chop the lay yo, so I start my day on
Plottin' on a leg and I hope it fuckin' pay off
Girl in my head, talkin' bout profit wolo
I ain't tryna hear, so I'm out the fuckin' door yeah
Boy, hella actin' like he got it, but it don't though
Boy, steady actin' like he profit, but it won't though
Old girl, beefing with my new girl
Got me feelin' like I'm still fuckin' two girl
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everyone got something ta' say, they ain't sayin' nothing
Everyone told her how to get it, but they all find out
I don't really care, no I don't really fucking care
When they fucking tour i'ma, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Credits
Writer(s): Eddie Harris
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