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Ain't Nobody Mad Lyrics - Artist : Joell Ortiz
[KXNG Crooked:]
Crooked, why you still talkin' 'bout that bullshit? Joell, can you tell me why you still talkin' 'bout that old bullshit? Crooked, why you still talkin' 'bout that bullshit? Joell, can you tell me why you still talkin' 'bout that old bullshit? Them niggas probably mad, them niggas bitter Shit is probably trash, shit is probably litter Don't nobody care, I'ma still listen Don't nobody care, I'ma still listen [Joell Ortiz:] Ain't nobody bitter, ain't nobody mad (Nah) I'm actually smiling ear to ear, and hear more than I ever have Feels good as fuck to clear up all the bullshit at last Slaughterhouse dead so it felt fitting talking 'bout the past I met y'all niggas in the industry When the group formed, "Nissan, Honda, Chevy" was playin' everywhere in the streets Every one of them vehicles already had me in route to my legacy Couldn't stay solo then, but I was fucking with the chemistry The brotherhood, the energy But please let it be down I was doing this shit all alone In the zone on my own, Champ hoodie with the timbs Brooklyn, c-come on Couple restaurants doing great Y'all should stop by and get a plate Couple properties out of state (Uh-huh) Cash box, no interest rates House gang's now real estate If it ain't crooked, man, I'm straight [KXNG Crooked:] Crooked, why you still talkin' 'bout that bullshit? Joell, can you tell me why you still talkin' 'bout that old bullshit? Crooked, why you still talkin' 'bout that bullshit? Joell, can you tell me why you still talkin' 'bout that old bullshit? Them niggas probably mad, them niggas bitter Shit is probably trash, shit is probably litter Don't nobody care, I'ma still listen Don't nobody care, I'ma still listen Listen, man I'd rather rap about it than to ever fuckin' tweet about it Any fuck shit that happened, we allowed it You can disagree or be a G about it I don't even got it, people probably think I'm thinkin' clouded When I brainstorm, nah, there ain't no beef about it This a vegan salad, rap world is Saturn, put a ring around it Rap circles 'round you niggas then I get paid, fuck minimum wage Bitch, I've been in the shade, at the end of the day Whoever get in the way is diggin' a grave, y'all niggas behave I've been about my money bag, yo, funny bunny asshole Fuck a crummy bummy rap show Make your honey rummy that dough to let your dummy ass know I don't care if you the richest nigga in America If you don't got character I stare at ya like wow And the Nina make you bow 'cause it's meaner than Erica, pow I'm a ghostwriter and a lone rider Take a care of mine, I'm a provider Keep swingin' on 'em like a pro fighter I don't need a Slaughterhouse cosigner I'm a new man with a old lighter I'll burn this motherfucker down Crooked, why you still talkin' 'bout that bullshit? Joell, can you tell me why you still talkin' 'bout that old bullshit? Crooked, why you still talkin' 'bout that bullshit? Joell, can you tell me why you still talkin' 'bout that old bullshit? Them niggas probably mad, them niggas bitter Shit is probably trash, shit is probably litter Don't nobody care, I'ma still listen Don't nobody care, I'ma still listen |
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