no luv! - lx$tdawnn lyrics
[intro]
woah, yeah
gang, gang, gang, gang
yeah, yeah, dawnny in this hoe
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[chorus]
i don’t got no love for the b*tch, no, no
but i’m still gon’ keep her close
with these diamonds on me chrome, yeah, they shine like vvs
i thrash that car, i crash that b*tch
i drive that sh*t when i’m really insane
i’m ballin’ out like every season, finna ball out off*season too
okay, let’s get it, let’s go
want static? we on
i’m a young n*gga living the life in this motherf*ckin’ world and i’m finna go up
lil shawty get mad when i’m minding my business and never try showing her love
this sh*t don’t make no sense when this money coming in strong
[verse 1]
yeah, yeah
when i tell about sh*t i’m working on, they really be saying i’m bluff
that girl just way too friendly, so i’m just focused on that bag
keep it a hundred, lil b*tch i been sober
but somehow i steady been high
sippin’ that syrup and mix it with whole lot of sh*t that i don’t even like
oh, no
with the gang, gang
we really doing our d*mn things
copped me a ferragamo sweater, switching it up for a whole new pinky ring
they done got your shawty acting fake just like a movie scene
bullets flying right in your horizon, that sh*t bling, bling
[chorus]
i don’t got no love for the b*tch, no, no
but i’m still gon’ keep her close
with these diamonds on me chrome, yeah, they shine like vvs
i thrash that car, i crash that b*tch
i drive that sh*t when i’m really insane
i’m ballin’ out like every season, finna ball out off*season too
okay, let’s get it, let’s go
want static? we on
i’m a young n*gga living the life in this motherf*ckin’ world and i’m finna go up
lil shawty get mad when i’m minding my business and never try showing her love
this sh*t don’t make no sense when this money coming in strong
[verse 2]
we get racks, we get stacks
that sh*t facts, facts, facts
when i’m going up now, these n*ggas they envy me, they saying i’m switching
i feel donatello, i’m a ninja, but i just be moving too slow like a turtle
b*tch i been feeling myself, i done upgraded
got like so many flows, i’m a beat slayer
okay, uh, b*tch
why you make that sh*t so dumb? you ass been stupid
got the ricky owens with the big body jeans
keep the tags on, it’s expensive, yeah
i got a big ass bag, keep a lil pocket just for that smithin
how you feeling my n*gga?
influencing all these goofy ass n*ggas
shoutout to all of my homies that rockin’ with me when i hop in the booth, yeah
i just got murakami on my jacket, wishy*washy on that view
went up in charlotte for a few months
when i came i back, i changed, yeah
these n*ggas acting a fool, so i cannot rock with these n*ggas
oh, no
[chorus]
i don’t got no love for the b*tch, no, no
but i’m still gon’ keep her close
with these diamonds on me chrome, yeah, they shine like vvs
i thrash that car, i crash that b*tch
i’m drive that sh*t when i’m really insane
i’m ballin’ out like every season, finna ball out off*season too
okay, let’s get it, let’s go
want static? we on
i’m a young n*gga living the life in this motherf*ckin’ world and i’m finna go up
lil shawty get mad when i’m minding my business and never try showing her love
this sh*t don’t make no sense when this money coming in strong
[outro]
that sh*t strong, uh, yeah
b*tch you weak, uh, yeah
i done ricky’d up last summer, check my feets, yeah
i don’t want that b*tch no more, she way too geeked
b*tch i’m a dub, i just be winning, that’s some sh*t i cannot fake
i ain’t trying out, when i hoop on these n*ggas i’m making these shots all day
yeah, yeah
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