Shari B - No Hook

Go, go, uh-huh, go, go, uh-huh, uh-huh, it's shawty
Let's see, even if you step your game up, you still ain't matchin' me
You can wear the same , fit I am and still not match with me
Niggas wanna race, on 95, but can't catch up to me

The party lit, we goin' up, no purple stuff in my double cup
Man, y'all can't tell me shit
My daddy had me counting Ks at 14, I'm not new to this
Thank God for the way my momma raised me

'Cause these girls out here losin' it
My head on right, circle tight
If you try it, I'm gone, no fuss and fighting
Uh, I'm really coolin', but I could pop my shit

I wanna take it slow, but how y'all talkin'
I might pop it quick
You would take a lame ho, you was beefin' with it
Call her sis, and ain't no you in my rap

'Cause all this shit is authentic
Run it up again, the bag ain't leavin' me
But I'm steady chasin', I'm just livin' life
Stay to myself, but bitches steady, hating

I know y'all sleepin' on me
But it's time to set them alarms off
Sayin' I'm not her, boy, you reachin
It's time to take them arms off

Shittin' on them, cause all this cheese that's goin' through me
Uh-huh, you brain dead, only doin' what the next bitch do
Monkey see, you would think the bitch getting paid
How much she talk about me

But I don't do all that talkin
Best not bark up this tree
Ha, shit, uh-huh, I do what I want cause I can
Damn, how much was the fit shari

That shit damn near cost three bands
If he wastin' my time, wrap it up
No Saran on it, uh
Been flippin' shit, like the pan holdin' it

If it's counterfeit, then I don't want it, uh
If I'm touchin' it, then it's turnin' golden
I'm goin' up like the balloons loose
Niggas be talkin' crazy, them boys'll have him ducking his goose

It's only the start for me, huh
When he on my page, it's heart's on me
Prettiest in the room, all eyes on me
He broke, givin' life advice, I guess his talk is cheap

Niggas chasin' after me, like the ice cream truck out
Could never not be myself, that's for sure, without a doubt
Coulda went to college, but I decided to make money now
All the baddies show me love, like it's my first day out

Uh, I can really pop my shit, I wanna take it slow
But how y'all talkin', I might pop it quick
Uh, yeah, grrah, shari

Written by:
Ashari B

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