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CyHi The Prynce

Can't Stand Yall

 

Can't Stand Yall

(album: Ivy League Club - 2012)


CyHi
What the dude spends

[Verse 1:]
Me ain't never been fresh as this
Limes can't stand next to this
Got more hoes in Atlanta
Than the club out Cheshire Bridge
Pockets fat like precious is
Got in all of my necklace is
Got your exorcist in my sexy trick
Full of spears like an exorcist
In the club where my second is
Money thicker than a Texas bitch
38 in my ankle's holster
Never know where my weapon is
Do this shit so effortless
Western Chapel my exocin
If all the suckers hating
I'm a say this

[Hook: x2]
I can't stand y'all
What we tell them suckers
I can't stand y'all
What we tell them busters
I can't stand y'all
What we tell them clows
I can't stand y'all
It's like I'm paralyzed from the waist down
I can't stand y'all

[Verse 2:]
I'm on the green like a golf course
Blow money like Scott Storch
Rich niggas in the Ivy League
Broke niggas go to job court
Can't knock me off of my high horse
In the club we pop course
So many bottles with sparkles on them
We do it motherfucker like it's July 4th
Pulling up in that drop porsche
Never claimed to be hardcore
Growing up some people didn't like me
I had to box niggas like cartboard
This thing is mad that I'm freshman
The more softer than soft hoes
They be getting on my fucking nerves
Like nails on a chalkboard
Eddie Murphy, Prince of the moon
This ain't a junior, spin a tune
A tought of lambs with no sense of humour
They tell lies that start senseless rumours
What they say y'all haters
It's your biggest fan dawg
What is that I wanna tell 'em

[Hook: x2]
I can't stand y'all
What we tell them suckers
I can't stand y'all
What we tell them busters
I can't stand y'all
What we tell them clows
I can't stand y'all
It's like I'm paralyzed from the waist down
I can't stand y'all

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