Seefor Yourself x Okie Doke - Can't Tell Me Shit (artwork faeton music)

Seefor Yourself x Okie Doke – Can’t Tell Me Shit

Great fresh track by Seefor Yourself

Artist about the track:

Seefor returns to Cali and immediately drops a witty tongue and cheak single after his 4 year hiatus in Texas. Seefeezy not only made his production debut on “Can’t Tell Me Shit” but also his directing debut on the video. Let’s just say that if you’re a Trump supporter, you may want to skip this one…”Have you ever seen an orange imPeached?”. Head on over to his website if you haven’t seen it yet. You can expect a ton of content coming from Seefor Yourself, Okie Doke and the rest of their camp in the near future.

LYRICS:

Can't tell me shit
I’ve been on ten all day
Feeling like I just got paid
Can't tell me shit
Everybody knows I live on cloud 9
I ain't gotta to smoke to get high
Can’t tell me shit
I’ve been ten all day
I don’t give a fuck what y'all say
Can't tell me shit
I be on my SoCal Grind
Every day I do it for the 9

I need a motherfucking cigarette
I been chewing on these Nicorettes
I need to call big boy for some Niggarette
My boss trippin' he ain't never even really seen me acting like a nigga yet
He must got you fucked up and we ain’t even hit the liquor yet
Gun on safety I ain’t even touched the trigger yet
Trippin bout his wife and we ain't even dick her yet
Shit I did I need a mother fuckin cigarette
But I don’t give a shit about that hoes vagina
None of my clothes designer
Downtown LA clothes from China
Tell them I'm a 909er Tell them I’m a 909er
Do it for my essays and hinahs
Elbows up side to side
The Impala front back side to side a
Tecate tomato and limes a
Mitchell and Ness 49ers
Snapback cap no cap 100
From Moreno to Chino to San Bernardino
In a black Cadillac I’m running to
San Manuel Casino my people
Know I’ve done it
Inglewood I come from it
West Cove I come from it
Circle City, eastside Riverside I come from it
A single mother I come from it

Can't tell me shit
I’ve been on ten all day
Feeling like I just got paid
Can't tell me shit
Everybody knows I live on cloud 9
I ain't gotta to smoke to get high
Can’t tell me shit
I’ve been ten all day
I don’t give a Fuck what yall say
Cant tell me shit
I be on my SoCal Grind
Every day I do it for the 9

A-Yo
Can't tell me shit
A-Yo
Eww can't tell me shit
A-Yo
Can't tell me shit
A-Yo

Bruh, I’m an hour from everywhere
Y'all a half a day away from nowhere
What the fuck would make you wanna go there
There’s no roads there how’d you even go there
Old town road was probably wrote there
Planes don’t fly there
Y'all don’t even look fly
There ain't nothing but flies there
West nile infected the blood drive there
There’s no pavement you cant drive there
There’s no crossroads can’t make a right there
No Mailbox wait a nigga cant write there
Where the fuck you live right there, like right there
Get Out
The movie is real fucking life there
Met a white girl and she took my ass right there
I swear to God Feez it was a mother fucking nightmare
Well, umm, uh
There ain't nothing but guys there
Except for the guys that identify as wives there
And the guys that have got five wives there
No Five Guys y'all ain't got no fries there
Hundredaires living in double wides there
Gaurenfuckintee that that vote on the right there
Bruh, that’s deep
Have you ever seen an orange impeached

Cant tell me shit
I’ve been on ten all day
Feeling like I just got paid
Cant tell me shit
Everybody knows I live on cloud 9
I ain't gotta to smoke to get high
Can’t tell me shit
I’ve been ten all day
I don’t give a Fuck what yall say
Cant tell me shit
I be on my SoCal Grind
Every day I do it for the 9

A-Yo
Can't tell me shit
A-Yo
Eww can't tell me shit
A-Yo
Can't tell me shit
A-Yo

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