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Don't Matter
Isaiah Rashad Lyrics

Fake, fake, fake, feel me
(Hey)
Fake, fake
(Hey)
Fake, fake, fake, fake
(Hey, hey)

My shit go good with your mouth, don't it feel good?
It's a number 3, buckle up
Got to the scene it was bonafide pocket book

And cause you high all my secrets from that bitch
They keep callin' your phone, I know he hate it
But the comet go
Keep us in tune and my hooker got another show
I'm on the road just to see if I can make it back
With just a scar and a carcass and a flaw
Like God and his kids
I know you hate us but it's nothin' else
They told me that I had to see it for my fuckin' self
And if I make to the gates and he don't recognize
That I had all the traits of greatness and the starlight at my feet
So don't you take me to the preacher

Cause I might testify ay
Baby today
I might testify someday
Get it on my way
And I'm just a boy
I write pimps, hoes, fingertips, nasty bae
I write pimps, hoes, fingertips, nasty bae
I write pimps, hoes, fingertips, nasty bae
I write pimps, hoes, haha, yeah

And I ain't done with your mouth
Say that as good as a number 3
Want some more, you got away with the tongue in cheek
Never seen, I know the coat to your body
And the road to the vision is all communication
And we bust a nut
I left a stain in your inner part
You let it go
I know the words to your favorite
We know everything
But I don't have time for you baby
I am all for the profit, I am past my self destruction point
But you bring it back
I got a lie for you waitin' in my Cadillac
Cause you describe all the symptoms of a common feat
You said you read to the fire
It was good with the preacher and all the congregation
Would you testify?

I guess he at it again like
I guess he at it again like
I guess he at it again like
Let me put your knees to your chest and get ready
Let me put your knees to your chest and get ready

I write pimps, hoes, fingertips, nasty bae
I write pimps, hoes, fingertips, nasty bae
I write pimps, hoes, fingertips, nasty bae
I write pimps, hoes, pimps, pimps, ah

Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Everybody's invited
Everybody

Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Carter Lang, Isaiah Rashad McClain, Tyran Levon Donaldson

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Isaiah Rashad McClain (born May 16, 1991) is a rapper hailing from Chattanooga, Tennessee. He is signed to Top Dawg Entertainment. Isaiah Rashad first began rapping seriously in the tenth grade and after high school, he lived wherever he could record. He began getting industry connects in 2010 from which point his music begun getting passed around to various A&R's. In 2012, Isaiah Rashad toured with Juicy J, Joey Bada$$ and Smoke DZA among others, on the Smoker's Club Tour. Read Full BioIsaiah Rashad McClain (born May 16, 1991) is a rapper hailing from Chattanooga, Tennessee. He is signed to Top Dawg Entertainment. Isaiah Rashad first began rapping seriously in the tenth grade and after high school, he lived wherever he could record. He began getting industry connects in 2010 from which point his music begun getting passed around to various A&R's. In 2012, Isaiah Rashad toured with Juicy J, Joey Bada$$ and Smoke DZA among others, on the Smoker's Club Tour. In December 2012, Rashad begun getting attention from various record labels, most of which he showed no interest in.

On January 28, 2014, his first project was released, titled Cilvia Demo. The EP debuted at number 40 on the US Billboard 200 chart and sold 8,500 copies in the United States during its first week of release. On May 5, 2014, XXL revealed Rashad was included in their annual freshman class.

On September 2, 2016, Rashad released his debut studio album, The Sun's Tirade. The Sun's Tirade received critical acclaim from music critics, debuted at number 17 on the US Billboard 200 and sold 19,000 copies its first week.