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Yid the Scholar - Don't Believe It Lyrics

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Yid the Scholar - Don't Believe It Lyrics
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Yea Yea Yea
Yea Yea
I been hustlin got two phones
My weed louder than my two phones
No my weed louder than a newborn
They running out get a shoe for em
Got a lot of Curry's that'll shoot for em
These niggas boring and lukewarm
I puke on your new song
They need to hang it up like a noose on em
My problems magic they disappear
Take the roof of it make it reappear
Like the rain came and said we are here
My chain game don't you even dare
Mirror on the wall bitch I see it clear
I am the only thing I need fear
Make a million dollars on a easy year
I cried tears of blood now I'm bleeding tears
I get on the track and I spit like a bad taste
First off these niggas mad cause they coming in last place
Shirt off I run this shit and I move at a fast pace
Made a twenty thousand dollar juug on a bad day
They say they gone do it don't believe it
I got some Curry's they just waiting for a reason
Niggas changing on me I just call em seasons
F*ck these niggas get that money it's to easy
I got I got I got check I spend a check
I spend a check on a fine stripper
I give the rest out to my niggas
F*ck the feds let the iron hit em
I8 with the pie in it
Suicidal doors on that bitch
The way I drive I could die in it
I got I got I spend a check I spend a check
I spend a check on a fine stripper
I give the rest out to my niggas
F*ck the Feds let the iron hit em
I8 with the pie in it
Suicidal doors on that bitch
The way I drive I could die in it
If it aint loud I ain't trying to hear it
These niggas lying like religion
Jordan ran off with the digits
Imma pay a nigga more than visits
For each piece of my portion missing
The top piece of my porsche is mising
Get behind your women with more extension
Then she ride a nigga like horses in it
She drop it down to the floor
I get that money and go
I bag that bih like the store
I get the cash and I go
This shit just keep happening more
F*ck with my money kidnapping your folks
Bitch I got bread like that got at the store
I started with crumbs now I got me a loaf
Pull up in wraith thought it was a hoax
We on a yacht this not a boat
The world is so cold so I got me a coat
If it ain't bout money well what do you want
Get money be broke I will and I won't
She addicted to percocets pill when she drunk
She as me to tell her how I feel and I won't
I leave my feeling concealed in the trunk
They say they gone do it don't believe it
I got some Curry's they just waiting for a reason
Niggas changing on me I just call em seasons
F*ck these niggas get that money it's to easy
I got I got I got check I spend a check
I spend a check on a fine stripper
I give the rest out to my niggas
F*ck the Feds let the iron hit em
I8 with the pie in it
Suicidal doors on that bitch
The way I drive I could die in it
I got I got I spend I spend a check
I spend a check on a fine stripper
I give the rest out to my niggas
F*ck the Feds let the iron hit em
I8 with the pie in it
Suicidal doors on that bitch
The way I drive I could die in it
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Yea Yea Yea
Yea Yea
I been hustlin got two phones
My weed louder than my two phones
No my weed louder than a newborn
They running out get a shoe for em
Got a lot of Curry's that'll shoot for em
These niggas boring and lukewarm
I puke on your new song
They need to hang it up like a noose on em
My problems magic they disappear
Take the roof of it make it reappear
Like the rain came and said we are here
My chain game don't you even dare
Mirror on the wall bitch I see it clear
I am the only thing I need fear
Make a million dollars on a easy year
I cried tears of blood now I'm bleeding tears
I get on the track and I spit like a bad taste
First off these niggas mad cause they coming in last place
Shirt off I run this shit and I move at a fast pace
Made a twenty thousand dollar juug on a bad day
They say they gone do it don't believe it
I got some Curry's they just waiting for a reason
Niggas changing on me I just call em seasons
F*ck these niggas get that money it's to easy
I got I got I got check I spend a check
I spend a check on a fine stripper
I give the rest out to my niggas
F*ck the feds let the iron hit em
I8 with the pie in it
Suicidal doors on that bitch
The way I drive I could die in it
I got I got I spend a check I spend a check
I spend a check on a fine stripper
I give the rest out to my niggas
F*ck the Feds let the iron hit em
I8 with the pie in it
Suicidal doors on that bitch
The way I drive I could die in it
If it aint loud I ain't trying to hear it
These niggas lying like religion
Jordan ran off with the digits
Imma pay a nigga more than visits
For each piece of my portion missing
The top piece of my porsche is mising
Get behind your women with more extension
Then she ride a nigga like horses in it
She drop it down to the floor
I get that money and go
I bag that bih like the store
I get the cash and I go
This shit just keep happening more
F*ck with my money kidnapping your folks
Bitch I got bread like that got at the store
I started with crumbs now I got me a loaf
Pull up in wraith thought it was a hoax
We on a yacht this not a boat
The world is so cold so I got me a coat
If it ain't bout money well what do you want
Get money be broke I will and I won't
She addicted to percocets pill when she drunk
She as me to tell her how I feel and I won't
I leave my feeling concealed in the trunk
They say they gone do it don't believe it
I got some Curry's they just waiting for a reason
Niggas changing on me I just call em seasons
F*ck these niggas get that money it's to easy
I got I got I got check I spend a check
I spend a check on a fine stripper
I give the rest out to my niggas
F*ck the Feds let the iron hit em
I8 with the pie in it
Suicidal doors on that bitch
The way I drive I could die in it
I got I got I spend I spend a check
I spend a check on a fine stripper
I give the rest out to my niggas
F*ck the Feds let the iron hit em
I8 with the pie in it
Suicidal doors on that bitch
The way I drive I could die in it
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Writer: Ayman Eggleston
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Yid the Scholar Don't Believe It Video


Performed By: Yid the Scholar
Language: English
Length: 3:56
Written by: Ayman Eggleston

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