Donn Gee - Say No More [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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Talking bout letting go, you know That i have
Heard it all before so Please don’t say no more
Cause nothing was the same no

Uh, Real talent, Million dollar talent
Kind of talent make a nigga say “i think he shouldn't have it”
I have it and i haven’t Been complacent,That’s a habit
That ain’t ever really stuck nigga i ain't give a fuck

And all my bitches ditched they niggas, sending me naked pictures
I figure 40 van got the lovin’ i never give’em
And i Never mind the whispers, niggas is all beginners
God, these bench players talkin’ like starters i hate these niggas ahh

Countin’ money while money is contemplated
Yeah, Got me feelin’ like i made it
They love me when i’m faded, D’usse to celebrate it
I’m the realest nigga out, yeah there’s no debating

Know your place lil niggas you want nothin with me
Young and worth a couple million fuck a college degree
Wanna step into the ring turn da kid to debris
And i’ll forever take the lead, like the shit was for free Nigga

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Nothing was the same, you could
Take it all, Mind Body & Soul
Ambition turned a nigga so cold
And I won’t be satisfied till all of my niggas rich
Can’t stop till all of my niggas rich

Won’t stop till all of my niggas get it
I don’t sweat it , it’s a matter of time now any second
I should get a call from HOV or Weezy & Mack maine
I ain’t trynna jack drizzy but nothing will be the same

See they undermind a nigga wit talent, are they insane?
I’m like that 911, who’s in my lane?
See them niggas move aside for a real nigga
And bitches pull’em to the side for a real nigga

23 and pulling numbers how you feel nigga?
Could have your Girl pop that pussy like a pill nigga
Maybe she won’t, then again maybe she will nigga
It all depends on how a mothafuckuh feel nigga

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Uh, Money over you
Money over everything till Money’s overdue
Money was the motive now the money over grew
Money Till my last breath So the money’s over too

Root of evil fuck around and let the devil in
Yeah, let the devil in
Root of evil fuck around and let the devil in
Yeah, let the devil in

Puttin on for my city
Money clean shit’s about to get filthy
All this got a nigga palm itchin
And if you ain't talkin money i need you to quit the bitching cause

If i don’t do nothing i’ma ball
I’m counting all day like a clock on a wall
December 31st they just waitin on a fall
Yeah nigga i am an artist, you don't wanna see me draw, Real nigga wassup

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