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no room - 8ball lyrics

[bridge: 8ball]
i ain’t got no room for none of that bullsh-t, no room for none of you haters
no room for none of that f-ck sh-t, no room for none of that
i ain’t got no room for none of that bullsh-t, no room for none of you haters
no room for none of that f-ck sh-t, no room for none of you sucka’s

[hook: 8ball]
i ain’t got no room for none of that, i ain’t got no room for none of that
i ain’t got no room for none of that, i ain’t got no room for none of that
i ain’t got no room for none of that, i ain’t got no room for none of that
i ain’t got no room for none of that, i ain’t got no room for none of that

[verse 1: 8ball]
i ain’t got no room for all of that talking, you and all them hoes
b-tch n-gg- keep walking, you f-cking up my flow
mary jane in my suite, you can smell it when i heat it
on that hennessy straight, that sh-t make a n-gg- act ig’nant
pop that pistol like a rule , extra clips on deck
gold in my mouth and, gold around my neck
season up the track like, fat back on your mama greens
why i’m in your b-tch face, fat back in your b-tch jeans
bread, your conversation must contain it
if it doesn’t then to me you’re just not entertaining
i’m in my old school, top down, music banging
me and some hoes, not a bunch of lames hanging

[bridge]

[hook]

[verse 2: trinidad james]
y’all see my cover, start hating
i seen your b-tch and start pimping
need an 8 ball of that hard sh-t? my n-gg-s get you straight
i’m from the a-town, we ride old school’s, we coming out skating
i hit your b-tch good, yeah that p-ssy hot, i was literally c-mming out singing
please forgive me my sins, cause i see these haters again
in the front and side of my mirror, trying to bring me down to them
trying to bring me down to end, turn back up on they -ss
like three hits of that gas, like three hits of that gas
i went from the cheetah shirt, red slacks, to a couple dollars in my hand
to that cheetah thing, wearing twenty bands, in that motherf-cking bag
i got motherf-cking swag, this swag f-ck your mama
you can talk sh-t if you want to, but hating not an option
b-tch

[hook]

[bridge]

[verse 3: 8ball]
i ain’t got no room for all of that playing, money what we ’bout
n-gg-s better watch what they saying, that iron will come out
the one that’s in my jeans, good weed and bands of that bread
the key to what i pulled up in, good weed and bands of that bread
magnificent, fat boy he be ripping sh-t
some people don’t see the gift, fat boy he don’t give a sh-t
talk it like i see it, my vision sometimes is distorted
talking from my heart, write it down and then record it
ride to it and smoke, me and one of my hoes
she in stretch pants and heels and her fingers match her toes
sprite of the dj screw, obstructing my view
don’t speak when i see ya’, that mean i don’t f-ck with you

[bridge]

[hook]

- 8ball lyrics

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