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Dre Modist - You Hear Me Lyrics



Dre Modist - You Hear Me Lyrics
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I been in my mf bag if it ain't about the cash i ain't even tryna mf heaar it
I aint tryna hear that shit naw
I aint tryna hear it you hear me
I been in my mf bag if it ain't about the cash i ain't even tryna mf hear it
I aint tryna hear that shit
I aint tryna hear that shit
I ain't blowing nun but the gas so don't hit me tryna match if you know you got some mf midgets
Cuz I ain't going near that shit naw
I aint going near it You hear me
I ain't blowing nun but the gas so don't call me tryna match if you know you got the mf midgets
Cuz I ain't going near it
I aint going near that shit
It's Modist the prodigy, arguably probably the hottest out of the D
But dare to compete
None these new rappers ain't f*ckin with me
Neither with the rap or the r&b
Flo too nice, nigga wipe yo feet
Matter fact take yo shoes off
Turn the snooze off on the alarm
If you was sleep well now you arent
I done called niggas my bros
That switched turned hoes
They ain't my brothers no more
I done had bitches down to roll
That really was playing roles
Why i can't love em no more
Never wore another nigga clothes
Always f*ckin other niggas hoes
But still ain't never break the code
Too many hoes, to ever ever break the code word to my Bro's
Yo flo only change if the beat do
I change mine 3,4, times before the beat thru
Told Shawty that if you coming thru better see to... it
You wear that lingerie that's see thru
I know you feeling the chemistry baby me too
But I'm so into this money that i don't need you
Don't get me wrong, it was a pleasure to meet you
Caught me at a time i wasn't ready to keep you
I been in my mf bag if it ain't about the cash i ain't even tryna mf heaar it
I aint tryna hear that shit naw
I aint tryna hear it you hear me
I been in my mf bag if it ain't about the cash i ain't even tryna mf hear it
I aint tryna hear that shit
I aint tryna hear that shit
I ain't blowing nun but the gas so don't hit me tryna match if you know you got some mf midgets
Cuz I ain't going near that shit naw
I aint going near it You hear me
I ain't blowing nun but the gas so don't call me tryna match if you know you got the mf midgets
Cuz I ain't going near it
I aint going near that shit
Strapped up like a dyke bitch wearing Velcro
Easy money like Shaq posted up with the rock at the elbow
You think i could ever run outta flos to play with? Nigga hell no
Stomp you out with a steel toe
Then milly rock n do the heel toe
Rapping like i was born 9-27-82 and it's crazy too
Cuz i was born same day 12 years later true
No April fools, rent still do April 1st
I'm just tryna make my paper work
Leave the lot with a paper plate
Turn the tree into some paper first
High as galactical
Only spit factuals
You telling lies... tell me what good that would do
I swear i asked her too
Before i smashed her too
She swore up and down she ain't have a dude
Said it with attitude
Did so with gratitude
So i made the bed rock yabadabadooo
Ha
Ima mf icon living, push start the whip and lights start flicking
Modist
I been in my mf bag if it ain't about the cash i ain't even tryna mf heaar it
I aint tryna hear that shit naw
I aint tryna hear it you hear me
I been in my mf bag if it ain't about the cash i ain't even tryna mf hear it
I aint tryna hear that shit
I aint tryna hear that shit
I ain't blowing nun but the gas so don't hit me tryna match if you know you got some mf midgets
Cuz I ain't going near that shit naw
I aint going near it You hear me
I ain't blowing nun but the gas so don't call me tryna match if you know you got the mf midgets
Cuz I ain't going near it
I aint going near that shit
You hear what the f*ck Im saying to you niggas
Im in my mf bagggg
I been in my mf bag I been in my mf bag
I aint blowing nothing but the gas I aint blowing nothing but the gas
I aint tryna hear that shit
I aint going near that shit
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I been in my mf bag if it ain't about the cash i ain't even tryna mf heaar it
I aint tryna hear that shit naw
I aint tryna hear it you hear me
I been in my mf bag if it ain't about the cash i ain't even tryna mf hear it
I aint tryna hear that shit
I aint tryna hear that shit
I ain't blowing nun but the gas so don't hit me tryna match if you know you got some mf midgets
Cuz I ain't going near that shit naw
I aint going near it You hear me
I ain't blowing nun but the gas so don't call me tryna match if you know you got the mf midgets
Cuz I ain't going near it
I aint going near that shit
It's Modist the prodigy, arguably probably the hottest out of the D
But dare to compete
None these new rappers ain't f*ckin with me
Neither with the rap or the r&b
Flo too nice, nigga wipe yo feet
Matter fact take yo shoes off
Turn the snooze off on the alarm
If you was sleep well now you arent
I done called niggas my bros
That switched turned hoes
They ain't my brothers no more
I done had bitches down to roll
That really was playing roles
Why i can't love em no more
Never wore another nigga clothes
Always f*ckin other niggas hoes
But still ain't never break the code
Too many hoes, to ever ever break the code word to my Bro's
Yo flo only change if the beat do
I change mine 3,4, times before the beat thru
Told Shawty that if you coming thru better see to... it
You wear that lingerie that's see thru
I know you feeling the chemistry baby me too
But I'm so into this money that i don't need you
Don't get me wrong, it was a pleasure to meet you
Caught me at a time i wasn't ready to keep you
I been in my mf bag if it ain't about the cash i ain't even tryna mf heaar it
I aint tryna hear that shit naw
I aint tryna hear it you hear me
I been in my mf bag if it ain't about the cash i ain't even tryna mf hear it
I aint tryna hear that shit
I aint tryna hear that shit
I ain't blowing nun but the gas so don't hit me tryna match if you know you got some mf midgets
Cuz I ain't going near that shit naw
I aint going near it You hear me
I ain't blowing nun but the gas so don't call me tryna match if you know you got the mf midgets
Cuz I ain't going near it
I aint going near that shit
Strapped up like a dyke bitch wearing Velcro
Easy money like Shaq posted up with the rock at the elbow
You think i could ever run outta flos to play with? Nigga hell no
Stomp you out with a steel toe
Then milly rock n do the heel toe
Rapping like i was born 9-27-82 and it's crazy too
Cuz i was born same day 12 years later true
No April fools, rent still do April 1st
I'm just tryna make my paper work
Leave the lot with a paper plate
Turn the tree into some paper first
High as galactical
Only spit factuals
You telling lies... tell me what good that would do
I swear i asked her too
Before i smashed her too
She swore up and down she ain't have a dude
Said it with attitude
Did so with gratitude
So i made the bed rock yabadabadooo
Ha
Ima mf icon living, push start the whip and lights start flicking
Modist
I been in my mf bag if it ain't about the cash i ain't even tryna mf heaar it
I aint tryna hear that shit naw
I aint tryna hear it you hear me
I been in my mf bag if it ain't about the cash i ain't even tryna mf hear it
I aint tryna hear that shit
I aint tryna hear that shit
I ain't blowing nun but the gas so don't hit me tryna match if you know you got some mf midgets
Cuz I ain't going near that shit naw
I aint going near it You hear me
I ain't blowing nun but the gas so don't call me tryna match if you know you got the mf midgets
Cuz I ain't going near it
I aint going near that shit
You hear what the f*ck Im saying to you niggas
Im in my mf bagggg
I been in my mf bag I been in my mf bag
I aint blowing nothing but the gas I aint blowing nothing but the gas
I aint tryna hear that shit
I aint going near that shit
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Writer: Andre Pickens, Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Dre Modist
Length: 3:46
Written by: Andre Pickens, Jr.

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