no mo - zaytoven lyrics
it’s the weekend
so man, f–k your problems, man
i don’t give a f–k about your motherf–kin’ problems, brah
you know what i’m sayin’?
you need to stop chasin’ these hoes, my n-gg-
you know what i’m sayin’?
b-tch is takin’ all your motherf–kin’ check, n-gg-, you know what i’m sayin’?
like n-gg- you broke than a motherf–ka’
’cause you spend it all on these old dirty -ss hoes
find you a real woman, my n-gg-, yeah
ain’t n-body cuffin’ no mo’ (no)
i can’t fall in love with these hoes (no)
ain’t n-body cuffin’ no mo’
smoke a blunt, bust a nut then it’s back to the dough
ain’t n-body cuffin’ no mo’ (no)
i can’t fall in love with these hoes (no)
ain’t n-body cuffin’ no mo’ (no)
she gon’ bust it open, i’ma throw this cake on the floor
mister officer, mister officer
please take the handcuffs off of her
why you stalkin’ her? why you stalkin’ her?
hackin’ phones tryin’ to find out who she talkin’ to
you was callin’ her, you was callin’ her
last night she ain’t answer, i was all in her
we was all in her, we was all in her
made her bust that p-ssy careful, all my dawgs in here
it was me, juicy j, and all my wolves from ’round the way
i spend 20, i spend 30, i blow 50 in a day
that ain’t nothin’ to a boss, i spend 300 on a wraith
i can’t save no mo’ hoes, ain’t no room in my safe (no)
ain’t n-body cuffin’ no mo’ (no)
i can’t fall in love with these hoes (no)
ain’t n-body cuffin’ no mo’
smoke a blunt, bust a nut then it’s back to the dough
ain’t n-body cuffin’ no mo’ (no)
i can’t fall in love with these hoes (no)
ain’t n-body cuffin’ no mo’ (no)
she gon’ bust it open, i’ma throw this cake on the floor
all these n-gg-s cuffin’ and these b-tch really nothin’
i can’t fall in love, hey b-tch, that sh-t ain’t up for discussion
treat you like a freak because i know your -ss be bussin’
he toss a couple dollars, you gonna let that n-gg- touch it
you used to n-gg-s trickin’ but tonight we f–kin’
i can’t take you home to momma, i can’t take you out in public
i don’ spent so much on you i gotta put you in my budget
shake that -ss, make that money, who am i to judge it?
these hoes belong to everybody, everybody
k!ll that p-ssy, that’s a dead body, dead body
these hoes, they be backstage, sellin’ p-ssy
these hoes be on backpage, sellin’ p-ssy (no)
ain’t n-body cuffin’ no mo’ (no)
i can’t fall in love with these hoes (no)
ain’t n-body cuffin’ no mo’
smoke a blunt, bust a nut then it’s back to the dough
ain’t n-body cuffin’ no mo’ (no)
i can’t fall in love with these hoes (no)
ain’t n-body cuffin’ no mo’ (no)
she gon’ bust it open, i’ma throw this cake on the floor
hey
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