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Jayceeoh - Not At All Lyrics



Jayceeoh - Not At All Lyrics
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Waka Flocka
Waka Flocka
Waka Flocka
Waka Flocka
Bow bow bow

Yacht Master Rollie don't tick at all
Never made the team, still get the ball
Waka Flocka broke? Nigga, not at all
If the guap is off, let the chopper off
And I know that ain't what you really wanna do
I got a gang of bad bitches and they coming thru
I'm a lion and I'm sipping on the jungle juice
Brick Squad, give a f*ck about another crew
Uh

Go hard, lil' nigga, go hard
F*ck the V.I.P
Man, I'm standing on the bar
Let the Rosé rain, I'm the champagne God
I could have ya main thing giving brain in the car
Go hard, lil' nigga, go hard
F*ck the V.I.P
Man, I'm standing on the bar
Let the Rosé rain, I'm the champagne God
Let the Rosé rain, I'm the champagne God

You think these rappers got money? Not at all
Think Donald Trump funny? Not at all
Think these hoes really need you? Not at all
Think a Rollie gonna feed you? Not at all
Do they really got a problem? Not at all
Do they wanna get it popping? Not at all
Do they really got a problem? Not at all
Squad, squad

Team full of big dawgs, can't call 'em off
You the type of motherf*cker that will call the law
Big booty, looking like she play volleyball
Man, she got them titties out like Mardi Gras
Up in the building, you know I'ma flex
Up in the building, I'm blowing a check
You walk in the building, you get no respect
You pussy, you rookies can't f*ck with a vet
You need to come see me, I got it on deck
Put the blade on your neck, I ain't talking Gillette
Went to Gwinette and I met the connect
Back down to Claygo, let's round up the set
I ain't worried 'bout shit, not at all
For all those years I was broke, man, I gotta ball
Everything you haters want, man, I got it all
All it took was some heart and a lot of balls

You think these rappers got money? Not at all
Think Donald Trump funny? Not at all
Think these hoes really need you? Not at all
Think a Rollie gonna feed you? Not at all
Do they really got a problem? Not at all
Do they wanna get it popping? Not at all
Do they really got a problem? Not at all
Squad, squad

Not at all, not at all, not at all, not at all
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Waka Flocka
Waka Flocka
Waka Flocka
Waka Flocka
Bow bow bow

Yacht Master Rollie don't tick at all
Never made the team, still get the ball
Waka Flocka broke? Nigga, not at all
If the guap is off, let the chopper off
And I know that ain't what you really wanna do
I got a gang of bad bitches and they coming thru
I'm a lion and I'm sipping on the jungle juice
Brick Squad, give a f*ck about another crew
Uh

Go hard, lil' nigga, go hard
F*ck the V.I.P
Man, I'm standing on the bar
Let the Rosé rain, I'm the champagne God
I could have ya main thing giving brain in the car
Go hard, lil' nigga, go hard
F*ck the V.I.P
Man, I'm standing on the bar
Let the Rosé rain, I'm the champagne God
Let the Rosé rain, I'm the champagne God

You think these rappers got money? Not at all
Think Donald Trump funny? Not at all
Think these hoes really need you? Not at all
Think a Rollie gonna feed you? Not at all
Do they really got a problem? Not at all
Do they wanna get it popping? Not at all
Do they really got a problem? Not at all
Squad, squad

Team full of big dawgs, can't call 'em off
You the type of motherf*cker that will call the law
Big booty, looking like she play volleyball
Man, she got them titties out like Mardi Gras
Up in the building, you know I'ma flex
Up in the building, I'm blowing a check
You walk in the building, you get no respect
You pussy, you rookies can't f*ck with a vet
You need to come see me, I got it on deck
Put the blade on your neck, I ain't talking Gillette
Went to Gwinette and I met the connect
Back down to Claygo, let's round up the set
I ain't worried 'bout shit, not at all
For all those years I was broke, man, I gotta ball
Everything you haters want, man, I got it all
All it took was some heart and a lot of balls

You think these rappers got money? Not at all
Think Donald Trump funny? Not at all
Think these hoes really need you? Not at all
Think a Rollie gonna feed you? Not at all
Do they really got a problem? Not at all
Do they wanna get it popping? Not at all
Do they really got a problem? Not at all
Squad, squad

Not at all, not at all, not at all, not at all
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Writer: Juaquin Malphurs
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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Performed By: Jayceeoh
Featuring: Stafford Brothers, Waka Flocka Flame
Length: 2:32
Written by: Juaquin Malphurs

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