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YS Cannon - No Bitching Lyrics



YS Cannon - No Bitching Lyrics




Got my baby ain't worried about a bitch
Haters gone hate they ain't got it like this
Fit on fleek they gone drown in my drip
I stay ten toes on god I won't flip
F*cking with me ill put you in the earth
I want this bad I'm putting in the work
Ghost in the night in the shadows I lurk

I don't give a f*ck that pussy gone die
Cant walk straight got her mom asking why
I am the truth but to cops ima lie
Can't kill me but sure come and try
Getting my money I'm running up the bands
Whoever wants smoke can catch these hands
Hate being sober so I smoke these plants
Gone from myself I'm somewhere in a trance
Smoke 'til I'm good ain't worried about the grams
Making my moves I'm f*cking up your plans
Way too high where the f*ck will I land
Such good timing you'd think it was planned
Grinding this shit trynna get a couple fans
Writing these words listen to it like damn
Designer on me you can't afford this brand
If I'm sober you gonna meet the mans
Can't f*ck with you I know you a bitch
Youll go down we know you gone snitch
Writing these rhymes one day ill be rich
Just started rapping like what oh shit
Twelve roll up hit the gas and we split
Loving this beat I'm never gonna quit
If I catch a case I'm doing the race
If you f*ck with me ill put you on a tee
Keeping up the pace ill show you I can spit
Listen to the sound you know its a hit
Feeling like a king in my throne ima sit
Feeling real grim kill a beat like this
Aint from the streets but never been a bitch
Young white boy but I'm made for this shit
Don't do drugs but I light up the spliff

I've been grinding
I'm gone make it
F*ck what they say
This is my day
I've been hurting
I will say it
F*ck what they say
My life my way
I've been grinding
I'm gone make it
F*ck what they say
This is my day
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Got my baby ain't worried about a bitch
Haters gone hate they ain't got it like this
Fit on fleek they gone drown in my drip
I stay ten toes on god I won't flip
F*cking with me ill put you in the earth
I want this bad I'm putting in the work
Ghost in the night in the shadows I lurk

I don't give a f*ck that pussy gone die
Cant walk straight got her mom asking why
I am the truth but to cops ima lie
Can't kill me but sure come and try
Getting my money I'm running up the bands
Whoever wants smoke can catch these hands
Hate being sober so I smoke these plants
Gone from myself I'm somewhere in a trance
Smoke 'til I'm good ain't worried about the grams
Making my moves I'm f*cking up your plans
Way too high where the f*ck will I land
Such good timing you'd think it was planned
Grinding this shit trynna get a couple fans
Writing these words listen to it like damn
Designer on me you can't afford this brand
If I'm sober you gonna meet the mans
Can't f*ck with you I know you a bitch
Youll go down we know you gone snitch
Writing these rhymes one day ill be rich
Just started rapping like what oh shit
Twelve roll up hit the gas and we split
Loving this beat I'm never gonna quit
If I catch a case I'm doing the race
If you f*ck with me ill put you on a tee
Keeping up the pace ill show you I can spit
Listen to the sound you know its a hit
Feeling like a king in my throne ima sit
Feeling real grim kill a beat like this
Aint from the streets but never been a bitch
Young white boy but I'm made for this shit
Don't do drugs but I light up the spliff

I've been grinding
I'm gone make it
F*ck what they say
This is my day
I've been hurting
I will say it
F*ck what they say
My life my way
I've been grinding
I'm gone make it
F*ck what they say
This is my day
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Writer: Caleb Filicko
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: YS Cannon
Language: English
Length: 1:46
Written by: Caleb Filicko

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