Sonni Montana - No Sympathy

Sonni
Yea yea yea yea
I’m peeping all these fuck niggas hating on the kid
Niggas mad cause they bitch is just a bitch that I done hit
Making money in my sleep when I wake up now that’s a lick
Niggas mad cause I got up off my ass and on my shit
Don’t make me turn up on these niggas show my ass and take a shit
I get bored and hit the mall and buy it all cause it ain’t shit
I’m in the studio she texting me she trying to eat the dick
I can’t link up with that bitch cause she’s always up in the mix
Mixing lean with my lemonade that’s one hell of a fix
Burning loud help me innervate I’m bout to take a risk
Put my life up on line It’ll probably blow up in this bitch
Ain’t got no love if yeen my kind ain’t got no sympathy for no bitch
You can’t tell me how to live life if you ain’t lived twice
I rather do it on my own they probably tell like mice
And I’m married to the game jumped the broom throwing rice
And she married to the fame she sold her soul for this life yeah
Sliding low key bad bitch on the right yea
She rolling up exotic I contaminate the sprite
Yea we riding like a crook ski mask tinted tight
Yeah I’m down for whatever long as it don’t take my life
Fuck that down for whatever even if it take my life yea
Gave yo ass the game and you ain’t even treat it right
If you mad at me I don’t want it
Loyalty overrides emotions
Can’t be moving off your feelings
With this business it’ll get bogus yea yeah
I’m peeping all these fuck niggas hating on the kid
Niggas mad cause they bitch is just a bitch that I done hit
Making money in my sleep when I wake up now that’s a lick
Niggas mad cause I got up off my ass and on my shit
Don’t make me turn up on these niggas show my ass and take a shit
I get bored and hit the mall and buy it all cause it ain’t shit
I’m in the studio she texting me she trying to eat the dick
I can’t link up with that bitch cause she’s always up in the mix
Mixing lean with my lemonade that’s one hell of a fix
Burning loud help me innervate I’m bout to take a risk
Put my life up on line It’ll probably blow up in this bitch
Ain’t got no love if yeen my kind ain’t got no sympathy for no bitch

Written by:
DeMarcus Sims

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