Cant tell me shit
I've been on ten all day
Feeling like I just got paid
Cant tell me shit
Everybody knows I live on cloud 9
I aint gotta to smoke to get high
Can't tell me shit
I've been ten all day
I don't give a f*ck what y'all say
Can't tell me shit
I be on my SoCal Grind
Every day I do it for the 9
I need a motherf*cking cigarette
I been chewing on these Nicorettes
I need to call big boy for some Niggarette
My boss trippin he aint never even really seen me acting like a nigga yet
He must got you f*cked up and we ain't even hit the liquor yet
Gun on safety I ain't even touched the trigger yet
Trippin bout his wife and we aint even dick her yet
Shit I did I need a mother f*ckin cigarette
But I don't give a shit about that hoes vagina
None of my clothes designer
Downtown LA clothes from China
Tell them I'm a 909er Tell them I'm a 909er
Do it for my essays and hinahs
Elbows up side to side
The Impala front back side to side a
Tecate tomato and limes a
Mitchell and Ness 49ers
Snapback cap no cap 100
From Moreno to Chino to San Bernardino
In a black Cadillac I'm running to
San Manuel Casino my people
Know I've done it
Inglewood I come from it
West Cove I come from it
Circle City, eastside Riverside I come from it
A single mother I come from it
Cant tell me shit
I've been on ten all day
Feeling like I just got paid
Cant tell me shit
Everybody knows I live on cloud 9
I aint gotta to smoke to get high
Can't tell me shit
I've been ten all day
I don't give a F*ck what yall say
Cant tell me shit
I be on my SoCal Grind
Every day I do it for the 9
A-Yo
Can't tell me shit
A-Yo
Eww can't tell me shit
A-Yo
Can't tell me shit
A-Yo
Bruh, I'm an hour from everywhere
Y'all a half a day away from nowhere
What the f*ck would make you wanna go there
There's no roads there how'd you even go there
Old town road was probably wrote there
Planes don't fly there
Y'all don't even look fly
There aint nothing but flies there
West nile infected the blood drive there
There's no pavement you cant drive there
There's no crossroads can't make a right there
No Mailbox wait a nigga cant write there
Where the f*ck you live right there, like right there
Get Out
The movie is real f*cking life there
Met a white girl and she took my ass right there
I swear to God Feez it was a mother f*cking nightmare
Well, umm, uh
There aint nothing but guys there
Except for the guys that identify as wives there
And the guys that have got five wives there
No Five Guys y'all ain't got no fries there
Hundredaires living in double wides there
Gaurenf*ckintee that that vote on the right there
Bruh, that's deep
Have you ever seen an orange impeached
Cant tell me shit
I've been on ten all day
Feeling like I just got paid
Cant tell me shit
Everybody knows I live on cloud 9
I aint gotta to smoke to get high
Can't tell me shit
I've been ten all day
I don't give a F*ck what yall say
Cant tell me shit
I be on my SoCal Grind
Every day I do it for the 9
A-Yo
Can't tell me shit
A-Yo
Eww can't tell me shit
A-Yo
Can't tell me shit
A-Yo
Seefor Yourself - Can't Tell Me Shit (feat. Okie Doke) [Acappella] Lyrics
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Cant tell me shit
I've been on ten all day
Feeling like I just got paid
Cant tell me shit
Everybody knows I live on cloud 9
I aint gotta to smoke to get high
Can't tell me shit
I've been ten all day
I don't give a f*ck what y'all say
Can't tell me shit
I be on my SoCal Grind
Every day I do it for the 9
I need a motherf*cking cigarette
I been chewing on these Nicorettes
I need to call big boy for some Niggarette
My boss trippin he aint never even really seen me acting like a nigga yet
He must got you f*cked up and we ain't even hit the liquor yet
Gun on safety I ain't even touched the trigger yet
Trippin bout his wife and we aint even dick her yet
Shit I did I need a mother f*ckin cigarette
But I don't give a shit about that hoes vagina
None of my clothes designer
Downtown LA clothes from China
Tell them I'm a 909er Tell them I'm a 909er
Do it for my essays and hinahs
Elbows up side to side
The Impala front back side to side a
Tecate tomato and limes a
Mitchell and Ness 49ers
Snapback cap no cap 100
From Moreno to Chino to San Bernardino
In a black Cadillac I'm running to
San Manuel Casino my people
Know I've done it
Inglewood I come from it
West Cove I come from it
Circle City, eastside Riverside I come from it
A single mother I come from it
Cant tell me shit
I've been on ten all day
Feeling like I just got paid
Cant tell me shit
Everybody knows I live on cloud 9
I aint gotta to smoke to get high
Can't tell me shit
I've been ten all day
I don't give a F*ck what yall say
Cant tell me shit
I be on my SoCal Grind
Every day I do it for the 9
A-Yo
Can't tell me shit
A-Yo
Eww can't tell me shit
A-Yo
Can't tell me shit
A-Yo
Bruh, I'm an hour from everywhere
Y'all a half a day away from nowhere
What the f*ck would make you wanna go there
There's no roads there how'd you even go there
Old town road was probably wrote there
Planes don't fly there
Y'all don't even look fly
There aint nothing but flies there
West nile infected the blood drive there
There's no pavement you cant drive there
There's no crossroads can't make a right there
No Mailbox wait a nigga cant write there
Where the f*ck you live right there, like right there
Get Out
The movie is real f*cking life there
Met a white girl and she took my ass right there
I swear to God Feez it was a mother f*cking nightmare
Well, umm, uh
There aint nothing but guys there
Except for the guys that identify as wives there
And the guys that have got five wives there
No Five Guys y'all ain't got no fries there
Hundredaires living in double wides there
Gaurenf*ckintee that that vote on the right there
Bruh, that's deep
Have you ever seen an orange impeached
Cant tell me shit
I've been on ten all day
Feeling like I just got paid
Cant tell me shit
Everybody knows I live on cloud 9
I aint gotta to smoke to get high
Can't tell me shit
I've been ten all day
I don't give a F*ck what yall say
Cant tell me shit
I be on my SoCal Grind
Every day I do it for the 9
A-Yo
Can't tell me shit
A-Yo
Eww can't tell me shit
A-Yo
Can't tell me shit
A-Yo
I've been on ten all day
Feeling like I just got paid
Cant tell me shit
Everybody knows I live on cloud 9
I aint gotta to smoke to get high
Can't tell me shit
I've been ten all day
I don't give a f*ck what y'all say
Can't tell me shit
I be on my SoCal Grind
Every day I do it for the 9
I need a motherf*cking cigarette
I been chewing on these Nicorettes
I need to call big boy for some Niggarette
My boss trippin he aint never even really seen me acting like a nigga yet
He must got you f*cked up and we ain't even hit the liquor yet
Gun on safety I ain't even touched the trigger yet
Trippin bout his wife and we aint even dick her yet
Shit I did I need a mother f*ckin cigarette
But I don't give a shit about that hoes vagina
None of my clothes designer
Downtown LA clothes from China
Tell them I'm a 909er Tell them I'm a 909er
Do it for my essays and hinahs
Elbows up side to side
The Impala front back side to side a
Tecate tomato and limes a
Mitchell and Ness 49ers
Snapback cap no cap 100
From Moreno to Chino to San Bernardino
In a black Cadillac I'm running to
San Manuel Casino my people
Know I've done it
Inglewood I come from it
West Cove I come from it
Circle City, eastside Riverside I come from it
A single mother I come from it
Cant tell me shit
I've been on ten all day
Feeling like I just got paid
Cant tell me shit
Everybody knows I live on cloud 9
I aint gotta to smoke to get high
Can't tell me shit
I've been ten all day
I don't give a F*ck what yall say
Cant tell me shit
I be on my SoCal Grind
Every day I do it for the 9
A-Yo
Can't tell me shit
A-Yo
Eww can't tell me shit
A-Yo
Can't tell me shit
A-Yo
Bruh, I'm an hour from everywhere
Y'all a half a day away from nowhere
What the f*ck would make you wanna go there
There's no roads there how'd you even go there
Old town road was probably wrote there
Planes don't fly there
Y'all don't even look fly
There aint nothing but flies there
West nile infected the blood drive there
There's no pavement you cant drive there
There's no crossroads can't make a right there
No Mailbox wait a nigga cant write there
Where the f*ck you live right there, like right there
Get Out
The movie is real f*cking life there
Met a white girl and she took my ass right there
I swear to God Feez it was a mother f*cking nightmare
Well, umm, uh
There aint nothing but guys there
Except for the guys that identify as wives there
And the guys that have got five wives there
No Five Guys y'all ain't got no fries there
Hundredaires living in double wides there
Gaurenf*ckintee that that vote on the right there
Bruh, that's deep
Have you ever seen an orange impeached
Cant tell me shit
I've been on ten all day
Feeling like I just got paid
Cant tell me shit
Everybody knows I live on cloud 9
I aint gotta to smoke to get high
Can't tell me shit
I've been ten all day
I don't give a F*ck what yall say
Cant tell me shit
I be on my SoCal Grind
Every day I do it for the 9
A-Yo
Can't tell me shit
A-Yo
Eww can't tell me shit
A-Yo
Can't tell me shit
A-Yo
Writer: Christopher Carpenter, Jamaal Deffebough, Michael Griffin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid