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no reason to give - halfmari lyrics

[chorus]
yeah, i got no reason to give that b*tch money
run to the bank so d*mn fast that it’s funny
i cannot breathe cause these demons all on me
opps will not speak cause they scared of my tommy
i made a b*tch snitch on me to her mommy
i got no stylist, but i am not lonely
she had been cheatin for years, and she told me
she cried to me, then she cried to your homie

[verse 1]
squirl, that boy he said, that’s insane
mari, he fly like a mof*ckin plane
made her world cold like my name is jermaine
pullin her piggy tails like i’m just steerin her
couldn’t be clearer, i drive her insane
yeah, he got gold, but that n*gga so lame
he cannot get no respect from my gang
yeah, b*tch, got no respect for the game
y’all n*ggas sweet, and y’all n*ggas the same
mask on a n*gga, i’m feelin like bane
she ain’t got a ticket, she hop on the train
i cannot f*ck on yo ho, am i crazy
i cannot f*ck her, she too crazy
i cannot trust, y’all n*ggas foogazy
she got that body, d*mn
hit that boy with a lil’ body slam
hop on your track and i body, d*mn
shootin at 12 at his body cam
he ain’t report to uncle sam
all of these tags, feel like it’s an ad
i’m gettin the guap, so n*ggas is mad
i know that they opps, they act like my lads
grab on that booty and slap on her ass
i treat that b*tch like her mof*ckin dad
got me so hard, d*mn near ironclad
b*tch, i make all of the money i have
never askin for no handout
y’all ask all the time, and that sh*t really sad
i know y’all still talkin sh*t cause you really ain’t rich
y’all n*ggas just really just fanned out
like, what, do you understand now
i might just pull my blam out
why you still chasin, d*mn, clout
she askin for nuts, hands out
i am so quick to pull bands out
she suckin the d*ck, pull her pants down
how you smokin mids and can’t roll
i cut your b*tch and drum you like a snare
so my n*gga don’t play
ready to talk on the net, but i knock at your door
like i’m askin that boy to come play
beat up that boy, you know i took his j’s
he try actin hard, that n*gga got braids
i know i’m a star, b*tch, come give me praise
she askin for more, we f*ckin for days
like mari, he got the most bars, that’s glaze
but that bop gonna say it again
[chorus]
yeah, i got no reason to give that b*tch money
run to the bank so d*mn fast that it’s funny
i cannot breathe cause these demons all on me
opps will not speak cause they scared of my tommy
i made a b*tch snitch on me to her mommy
i got no stylist, but i am not lonely
she had been cheatin for years, and she told me
she cried to me, then she cried to your homie

- halfmari lyrics

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