NO DEBATE
Life ain't no debate
If you ain't got the time you best not show up late
Bitches crazy, yeah they always be so full of hate
Yeah I think that I'm gon' go yeah all on my own
Please just let it go
Life ain't no debate
If you ain't got the time then I'm not just gonna wait
Bitches out of line, yeah they so full of hate
Yeah I might as well go yeah all on my own
Please just let it go
(Mhmm)
Shhh, shhh, shhh, shhh
I'm creepin' in the door
And I see the opp's watchin' they be steady on patrol
I just caught your boy lackin' now that nigga gotta go (Yeah)
Now I'm getting racks (Cha-ching)
Steady movin' packs
And I'm skrting real fast, I ain't even on the track
Nigga I just stole your bitch and she never coming back
Always fucking spitting heat, I put my city on the map (Yeah)
Two tone, shine
And now I bring it back
When I get up on the beat, that's a fucking platinum track
My ice, it shine
And your shit is glass
And I'm in a lamb truck, I ain't ever getting passed
Life ain't no debate (Uh, uh)
If you ain't got the time you best not show up late
Bitches crazy, yeah they always be so full of hate
Yeah I think that I'm gon' go yeah all on my own
Please just let it go
Life ain't no debate
If you ain't got the time then I'm not just gonna wait
Bitches out of line, yeah they so full of hate
Yeah I might as well go yeah all on my own
Please just let it go
(You best not show up late)
(They always be so full of hate)
(Go, on my own)
If you ain't got the time you best not show up late
Bitches crazy, yeah they always be so full of hate
Yeah I think that I'm gon' go yeah all on my own
Please just let it go
Life ain't no debate
If you ain't got the time then I'm not just gonna wait
Bitches out of line, yeah they so full of hate
Yeah I might as well go yeah all on my own
Please just let it go
(Mhmm)
Shhh, shhh, shhh, shhh
I'm creepin' in the door
And I see the opp's watchin' they be steady on patrol
I just caught your boy lackin' now that nigga gotta go (Yeah)
Now I'm getting racks (Cha-ching)
Steady movin' packs
And I'm skrting real fast, I ain't even on the track
Nigga I just stole your bitch and she never coming back
Always fucking spitting heat, I put my city on the map (Yeah)
Two tone, shine
And now I bring it back
When I get up on the beat, that's a fucking platinum track
My ice, it shine
And your shit is glass
And I'm in a lamb truck, I ain't ever getting passed
Life ain't no debate (Uh, uh)
If you ain't got the time you best not show up late
Bitches crazy, yeah they always be so full of hate
Yeah I think that I'm gon' go yeah all on my own
Please just let it go
Life ain't no debate
If you ain't got the time then I'm not just gonna wait
Bitches out of line, yeah they so full of hate
Yeah I might as well go yeah all on my own
Please just let it go
(You best not show up late)
(They always be so full of hate)
(Go, on my own)
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Writer(s): Gavin Wellisley
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