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no makeup - shoreline mafia lyrics

[intro: ohgeesy]
eyelashes on, but she pretty with no makeup
d*mn, you look good
(the mob is not a business)

[verse 1: ohgeesy & fenix flexin]
eyelashes on, but she pretty with no makeup
hit it, that’s the first thing that i do when i wake up
b*tch turn around, love her p*ssy, but i don’t make love
let’s start a fake fight, break up, and then we make up
let’s do this sh*t again, wake up, and then we make love
nasty*ass ho, she just tryna get a face f*cked
hustlin’*ass n*gga, yeah, i like to get that paper
real high up, penthouse, skyscr*per
doing my stuff, cutting up like a taper
ballin’ in l.a., free throw, b*tch, i’m a laker
skyline views, in the hills, sittin’ on acres
please don’t try to rob, the glocks, they all got lasers
i’m independent, even though i’m signed with a major
i ain’t never cap to get cat, i’m a player
you know i got sauce, i’m a mack with some flavor
n*gga, it’s a wrap, she look back, i’ma take her
she look, then she took, open like a book
hit a b*tch, uppercut, left, right hook
y’all n*ggas so scary, n*ggas so shook
it’s no such thing as a halfway crook
we don’t do petty crimes, we do major crimes
my young n*ggas smoked and came home, and pour the line
my n*ggas, they so ruthless, they be out they mind (ayy*ayy)
twin just came home, kept it solid, did a dime (kept it solid)
[verse 2: fenix flexin]
my twin just came home, kept it solid, did a dime
i ain’t f*ckin’ with no nines, all my b*tches, they some dimes
you know all my b*tches bad, get a bag and keep that yea tight (keep that yea tight)
pressure, lil’ baby be trippin’, and ’bout me, she do the extras (do the extras)
f*ckin’ wit’ me, that p*ssy leave on a stretcher (err)
he stress you, i stretch you, she pulled up in that tesla, huh (in that tesla)
glock toter, slam a n*gga, brock lesnar (brock lesnar)
yeah, my d*town b*tch, she can’t leave, she on [tech 1:31 ?]
i’m tryna pop this champagne, bend her over and spread her (spread her open)
he a rat, master splinter, he ain’t know i was shredder (that n*gga snitchin’)
when i f*ck her with my ice on, she say she get wetter (she get wetter)
won’t sweat her, free that b*tch and let that ho do whatever (do whatever)
i got some moves she could use, if she ask me (if she ask me)
janky n*gga, f*ckin’ b*tches in the back seat (in the backseat)
yeah, lil’ baby got that body*ody*ody
told her, “keep it on the low, don’t go tellin’ anybody”
ayy, said lil’ baby got that body*ody*ody (ha)
told her, “keep it on the low, don’t go tellin’ anybody” (keep it solid)

- shoreline mafia lyrics

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