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No Luv (feat. Key Glock & Big Scarr)
Enchanting & Gucci Mane
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Wop (Wop) Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha, go They say that I'm a clone, I'm not a human bein' (Well damn) 'Cause I can't go nowhere without my human feelings (Brr) Got a murder on my build, it's holdin' up my denim (It's Gucci) I'm keepin' the feds out my b!tch, you tryna put 'em in 'em (Alright) You say you wanna square up, well, f!ck it, square up (Well damn) Choppa knock ya head off, it turned ya bail out (Brr) I pray my haters get corona, stop the coughin' on me (Yeah) The last nigga ran up on me, and I coughed the homie (Damn) I know the feds listen to me, they my competition (Damn) Couldn't beat me fast, so they recruited snitches (Damn) Put ya homie in the ICU, he needed stitches, yeah Y'all actin' gangster, but deep down, y'all know y'all really b!tches (It's Gucci) I make a snowstorm, not a flurry, whip it in a hurry (Skrrt) They say I did it, I'm so rich, I still crank up the jewelry (Yeah) They wanna hang me by the Raptors like Vince Carter jersey (Vince) Everybody broke, I could have retired, early thirty (Woo) Went through like thirty million dollars in my early thirties (Huh?) I rep the 6 like Julius Ervin', showtime like some Birkins (Wow) These b!tches eatin' these Percocets like they bossed in they veins (Wow) Somebody picture 'cause he tryna be me, it's a dream (It's Gucci) Uh, you still sell dope at the schoolhouse Look at me now, I'm a rich f!ckin' dropout, yeah Hands on my mouth now, pop out Pull up on ya block, everybody get shot down, yeah Cartier chain with the lights out He don't want the smoke, p!ssy n!gga, better pipe down, uh Got a main b!tch, he wanna fight now Hit him from the back with my Glock and a nightgown You know how they goin', got sh!t for a b!tch, I got sh!t for a ho New foreign Coupe with the butterfly doors Made the b!tch flat seat, hop out, we can go They hated, I made this sh!t happen, I slip on it barely Post at the trap with the ranch, I used to f!ck with the ranches But now I blew up, yeah, all of my b!tches the baddest They say I ain't no ho, I'm a real-ass pimp Bands in my pocket, I got all them in B!tch, I'm poppin' like greasy, my name on the list (Yeah) Part on these hoes and my n!gga be simp (Yeah) Pour a 4 on my sprain, now I'm leanin' (Huh) My face, like I ran it back for no reason (Woo) B!tches ease, I know 'em, I'm leavin' (Yeah) Kush all in my lungs when I'm breathin' (Mmm), damn I love a ho with a fat ass, boy, you a b!tch with a read-ass You stalkin' my sh!t, what you mad at? Like I just might do with ya badass Step off in this b!tch, it's a light show (Light show) My diamonds hit where it's no life though I love a thick b!tch with no life, ho (Ice) You hate me, you ruin my life though You love when it hard whenever (Damn) If she want a ho, then I'm little I might stretch me a b!tch, no pretzel All my guns come with a supressor Thirty-two lighters all in my dresser 1017, I'ma get you to guess it B!tch, I'm thuggin', no matter the whistle So icy, we flockin' together Plan it, I make me a pot, I get special delivery Then that b!tch hop, you a bundle of misery Get off my top and ya shawty gon' go because this year a bop I got boo stamps 'cause he always complainin' He don't eat enough of that p!ssy, a plan You better be careful 'cause this sh!t is dangerous Lay yo ass out like a muhf!ckin' string I say "Burr," b!tch, ice cold, diamond grills all go Quick bag also, p!ssy n!ggas all 'fore My attitude needed a tic-tac I pulled his weave, they swipe, they not swipin' the fox trap Say money, all that, see me, it step for the solve They watch how my b!tches resolved that Lie and say, "B!tch, what you called that?" Said shawty fall back, I can't just solve that My energy right, I got stamina Catch us, young n!gga, with money, they needed the camera These n!ggas really ain't man enough, abracadabra, I see what's up Caught that b!tch cheatin', you peepin' her Better think twice about keepin' her b!tches got options, that n!gga been f!ckin' her (Brr) Yeah, fly like a bird, f!ck what you heard, b!tch, I been makin' serves (Serves) Uh-uh, big 'bout a swerve, I f!cked 'em, Forgiato on the curve (Bah) Yeah, codeine got me slurp, I'm drinkin' too much, spilled this sh!t on my shirt (Uh) Yeah, I ball with no jersey, young n!gga flexin', young n!gga, no splurgin' (Uh) Lord, please have mercy, I got two b!tches with me emergin' (Yeah) B!tch, better go join the circus, who you think I is? I ain't buyin' no Birkin My mama is the only lady I get a purse for Instagram b!tches, ain't nothin' but worse So I'm ridin' in a yellow Maybach, sippin' purple And I got two straps on me, Glock, Urkel (Bah, bah) Yeah, what the f!ck you mean, huh? (F!ck you mean?) B!tch, this a P-R-E, 1-0-1-7, dream team, yeah (B!tch) B!tch, I ball like Kareem, uh (B!tch) and I'm 'bout my cream, yeah ('Bout my cream, uh) They say money talk, but my diamonds do too and they sayin', "Bling," n!gga (So icy) Yeah
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