You Ain't See Nun

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You ain't see nun
You ain't see nun
Im unna' get it
And you ain't see nothing

Hol up, I hit the beat like a stunna
Run up, Py boy hating on the come up
Shut up, Py boy hating bh shut up
Stuck up, Py h hating bh stuck up
Ima go get it this summa'
I'm keeping it young like a thugga
She call me baby like Stunna
Now I got bread for my butter
Don't tell that h*e that you love her
Cus she gone ride for another
H*e why don't you back the fk up?
You had a shot but you fd up

You ain't see nun
You ain't see nun
Im unna' get it
And you ain't see nothing

I am not bluffing, they know I'm coming they know I'm coming
I gotta buss it I gotta buss it I gotta buss it
They try to act like I'm soft but they know I be going the hardest
I'm from Miami but I just be spitting like I came from Georgia
I'm a saint like New Orleans
And my kicks are new Jordans
And my flow going dumb, but you know I'm the smartest

You ain't see nun
You ain't see nun
Im unna' get it
And you ain't see nothing

You ain't see nun
You ain't see nun



Credits
Writer(s): Jaime Contreras
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