YWAI - NoLuv (feat. Ghostskii)

These niggas gettin no love
My heart is growing colder
Im sipping on some soda
Mixed up and now I'm over it
Im higher than a solar
My diamonds bite like cobra
Don't love you anymore
And now you know that shit
Ah damn
Shorty don't do it like that anymore
I cant let you go
Because I need you some more
These niggas not who they think they is at they core
When you rub on my skin you tell me it is cold
What I told you I meant that shit definitely fasho
We can do it behind or in front of closed doors
Above 50 from the field I'm raising the score
I keep 3 z's on me like a nigga be snoring
And your bish is too freaky
Bussdown for the blow
Keep the stick
Cuz I know they know Im finna blow
Before rap
Bitches thought I was rich from my clothes
They know all this shit crack
I cooked it on the stove
I do this for my fam
I do this for my folks
Can't sleep wit the enemy
Hang wit the foes
When it come to switching up
You a pro
I gave up on love
And I made me some more (Money)
Aint no soccer player
He ain't hitting no goals
Got the antidote
Shorty jus wanting a dose
Got one look at these stones
Now she wont leave me lone
Shorty think we fucking
This ho must be slow
Lil bish off the shroomies
Told me that I glow
Get my bag and I'm gone
Ima shark wit the loan
I park it around the corner from his home
Tony stark use that iron man and then he gone
Ima kill cap america buss at his dome
Not the hero but everything that you know
Ima kill this shit all of this shit secret code
Mud in the water
Had me caught up in the flow
They do niggas like kinte
They still be ten toes
They wanna see us go
Don't wanna see us grow
I be close to the edge
Pray that I never fall
They jus wanna kill us all
Fuck em all am I wrong
Miss my nigga so much
Wanna dig up his bones
All this love for my people be healing my wounds
Put my pain in my music you feeling my soul
Light that wood up my nigga
That bitch gone burn slow
Put him down
Now the nigga feel like he is on
I was stuck in the sticks
Now I'm smoking on za
I can tell you a trick got a ho for that
Bullets strapped
If he tweaking we onto that
Im a demon
That shit is not changing
I was blessed from the heavens
And thrown down
Now I'm rocking with this music shit
Yeah
I was up in the caddy
With muddy water in my drank
Bumping chuck berry on the stereo
I got me a lil chick no fairy though
Pussy so tight and it taste like a cheerio
Said she from england but no cheerio
Jamaican the way that her body can roll
Jamaican the dread how a nigga done locked in
For trybe7 gang yeah you know I get locked in
Putting that work ain't no muhfuckin options
Boosting the market like muhfuckin stocks in
Bags just came tell my nigga send the drops in
We ain't going out like tommy or ghost
He copping the phantom
I'm copping the ghost
We was sharing them meals
Now we doing the most
4Lifers this gang shit
I did it the most
Get to the top we gone have us a toast
Ya digg

Written by:
Demetrius Kennedy Jr, Mychael Winston Jr

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