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lirik lagu mista doesha - ain't sayin nothin

[verse 1: mista doesha]
i told you i was coming for you, thought it was a joke
take the wire from a fishing pole and wrap it round your throat
that’s exactly what will happen, keep on talkin’ ’bout my fam
you know exactly how i do, you know exactly who i am
you know the rappers that quit rappin’ after dealin’ with the don
do you really want these problems or just talkin’ on a song?
doesha been about that action and you know that sh~t is true
i did your homie dirty, what the f~ck you think i’d do to you? (do to you?)
any member on your label that want smoke, i got the lighter
eat them rookies like some cookies, even dead you’re a ghostwriter
you’s a liar disrespecting every artist that you sign
talkin’ ’bout you spending money when you never spent a dime
oh i’m lying ’cause you buying streams and views to get ahead
got your people looking stupid when their algorithm read
after everything they said you probably still don’t give a f~ck
just keep my name up out your mouth before you get f~cked up (f~cked up)

[chorus: mista doesha]
all i hear is bullsh~t coming out your yapper
you’s a faker in the game, imitation of a rapper
gassin’ artists on your label, you should stop with the frontin’
buyin’ streams for your team but you ain’t sayin’ nothin’
all i hear is bullsh~t coming out your yapper
you’s a faker in the game, imitation of a rapper
gassin’ artists on your label, you should stop with the frontin’
buyin’ streams for your team but you ain’t sayin’ nothin’
[verse 2: nekro g]
too many bored kids think they go big, half on all recorders
i must export ’em to transport ’em, drag and run to the border
like taco bell it’s a gag order, get stabbed in your aorta
i am the body bag h~~rder, you chloroform rag snorters
i’ll stab the quarter, hopin’ g would pass and relax
but my d~mn disorders forcefully cause me to snap back
slabs of mortar, that’s ordinary, the last naps
ask the reporters, g making mortuaries of rap cats
and that’s that, the notes fall flat in the pet cemeteries
you whack rats, this is a dope mack, this legendary
i’ll take your backpack and your old ass to elementary
hopin’ you trap for my fat sack, that’s expletary
you secondary without your team set to test your reflex
regress, i detest your weakness and tell ’em my secrets
your frequent use of this sequence leaves me speechless and depressed
to prevent future regrets, you just need rest

[chorus: mista doesha]
all i hear is bullsh~t coming out your yapper
you’s a faker in the game, imitation of a rapper
gassin’ artists on your label, you should stop with the frontin’
buyin’ streams for your team but you ain’t sayin’ nothin’
all i hear is bullsh~t coming out your yapper
you’s a faker in the game, imitation of a rapper
gassin’ artists on your label, you should stop with the frontin’
buyin’ streams for your team but you ain’t sayin’ nothin’
[verse 3: jp tha hustler]
shut your mouth, put a sock in it
when i’m rockin’ your block i’m puttin’ stock in it
you want to talk and speak like you a big man?
i think you’re weak on the beat, you need a new plan
drop the concept, really say something
i’m puttin’ funk in the trunk, i got your block bumpin’
you wanna bump your gums with your girlfriends?
a bunch of pigeon talk, y’all are just a bunch of hens
i call ’em atm, i call ’em deadbeats
i call you b~tch~made, need to get you off the streets
you ain’t no hip~hop, you a flip flop
with your album selling nothing, getting no props
you lookin’ for your mom and every b~tch you find
and once you f~ck a b~tch, yep, now it’s quittin’ time
for me it’s spittin’ time, homie, i will never quit
you been on five labels, that makes you not sh~t

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