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no feelings - mikloe$k lyrics

[verse 1]
(yeah) i can never trust a b**ch
i can never love a b**ch
try to play with my feelings, but i don’t even feel that s**t
lost emotion when i was a little kid
rolling up my pain, finna spark my spliff
let me talk my s**t, i flex because i ain’t never had sh*t
i turned into a savage
i started ballin’ like one of them n**gas, on the mavericks (yeah)
shoutout to my raza down in texas
making all the money, been collecting all the checks quick
only speak the truth if i didn’t do it, i won’t say it (a hundred)
can never lie, like these caps these n**gas be wearing
my chain shinning bright, it would leave your b**ch staring
bring the diamond tester, s**t will make you repair it
paco told me “keep going till these n**gas start hearing” (that’s my n**ga)
my cousin a real n**ga put me on to the game
showed me how to do moves, make money everyday (uh huh)
focused on my future, there’s still money to made
i ain’t never chilling till i’m sitting on a private plane
smoking spider kush while i’m busy f**king mary jane
kissing on her neck while she busy giving a n**ga brain
when that h** left, i ain’t never been the same

[bridge]
i can never trust a b**ch
i can never love a b**ch
rolling up my pain, in my blunt, my feelings spark in it
fill it up with grabba, spice it up like a spanish b**ch
try to play with my feelings but i don’t even feel them no more
[verse 2]
cruzito blasts the music when he be driving his whip
loud music, loud smoke, feels like a party, we lit
largo doing big moves, he be inspiring a kid
i told him “keep going cuz, you already legit”
soon or later, n**gas gonna be wearing your shirts
real young hustlers, really put in that f**king work
seeing my grandma’s grave, i can’t even explain the hurt
beautiful view of santa ana, feeling her dirt
en la cancha con mis primo chacas, smoking a blunt
smoking natural grown weed, but i been used to the runts
i miss all my homies down there, really kept it a buck
the day i make it, promise i’ma send y’all n**gas some bucks
shoot for the stars, got to focus up
can’t show a b**ch no love, lost emotions when i was a little thug
my pain now i roll it up, my feelings now i smoke it up
try to play with my feelings, but i don’t even feel it no more

- mikloek lyrics

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