No Room 8Ball (Ft. Trinidad James)

[Chorus: 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 sucka's

[Bridge: 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 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 ? , extra clips on deck
Gold in my mouth and, gold around my neck
Season up the track like, fat back on your mama greens
Why 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
I'm in my old school, top down, music banging
Me and some hoes, not a bunch of lames hanging