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Featuring Trinidad James Prod. by Joe Millionaire (Bridge: 8Ball) I ain’t got no room for none of that bullshit, no room for none of you haters No room for none of that fuck shit, no room for none of that I ain’t got no room for none of that bullshit, no room for none of you haters No room for none of that fuck shit, no room for none of you suckas (Hook: 8Ball) I ain’t got no room for none of that, I ain’t got no room for none of that I ain’t got no room for none of that, I ain’t got no room for none of that I ain’t got no room for none of that, I ain’t got no room for none of that I ain’t got no room for none of that, I ain’t got no room for none of that (Verse 1: 8Ball) I ain’t got no room for all of that talking, you and all them hoes Bitch nigga keep walking, you fucking up my flow Mary Jane in my suite, you can smell it when I heat it On that Hennessy straight, that shit make a nigga act ig’nant Pop that pistol like a rule , extra clips on deck Gold in my mouth and, gold around my neck Season up the track like, fat back on your mama greens While I’m in your bitch face, fat back in your bitch jeans Bread, your conversation must contain it If it doesn’t then to me you’re just not entertaining Letras de cancionesI’m in my old school, top down, music banging Me and some hoes, not a bunch of lames hanging (Bridge: 8Ball) I ain’t got no room for none of that bullshit, no room for none of you haters No room for none of that fuck shit, no room for none of that I ain’t got no room for none of that bullshit, no room for none of you haters No room for none of that fuck shit, no room for none of you suckas (Hook: 8Ball) I ain’t got no room for none of that, I ain’t got no room for none of that I ain’t got no room for none of that, I ain’t got no room for none of that I ain’t got no room for none of that, I ain’t got no room for none of that I ain’t got no room for none of that, I ain’t got no room for none of that (Verse 2: Trinidad James) Y’all see my cover, start hating I seen your bitch and start pimping Need an 8 ball of that hard shit? My niggas get you straight I’m from the A-Town, we ride old school, we coming out skating I hit your bitch good, yeah that pussy hot, She’ll be cumming out singing Please forgive me my sins, cause I see these haters again In the front and side of my mirror, trying to bring me down to them Trying to bring me down to end, turn back up on they ass Like three hits of that gas, like three hits of that gas I went from the cheetah shirt, red slacks, to a couple dollars in my hand To that cheetah thing, wearing twenty bands, in that motherfucking bag I got motherfucking swag, this swag fuck your mama You talk shit if you want to, but hating not an option Bitch (Bridge: 8Ball) I ain’t got no room for none of that bullshit, no room for none of you haters No room for none of that fuck shit, no room for none of that I ain’t got no room for none of that bullshit, no room for none of you haters No room for none of that fuck shit, no room for none of you suckas (Hook: 8Ball) I ain’t got no room for none of that, I ain’t got no room for none of that I ain’t got no room for none of that, I ain’t got no room for none of that I ain’t got no room for none of that, I ain’t got no room for none of that I ain’t got no room for none of that, I ain’t got no room for none of that (Verse 3: 8Ball) I ain’t got no room for all of that playing, money what we ’bout Niggas better watch what they saying, that iron will come out The one that’s in my jeans, good weed and bands of that bread The key to what I pulled up in, good weed and bands of that bread Magnificent, fat boy he be ripping shit Some people don’t see the gift, fat boy he don’t give a shit Talk it like I see it, my vision sometimes is distorted Talking from my heart, write it down and then record it Ride to it and smoke, me and one of my hoes She in stretch pants and heels and her fingers match her toes Sprite and DJ Screw, obstructing my view Don’t speak when I see ya’, that mean I don’t fuck with you (Bridge: 8Ball) I ain’t got no room for none of that bullshit, no room for none of you haters No room for none of that fuck shit, no room for none of that I ain’t got no room for none of that bullshit, no room for none of you haters No room for none of that fuck shit, no room for none of you suckas (Hook: 8Ball) I ain’t got no room for none of that, I ain’t got no room for none of that I ain’t got no room for none of that, I ain’t got no room for none of that I ain’t got no room for none of that, I ain’t got no room for none of that I ain’t got no room for none of that, I ain’t got no room for none of that From Letras Mania