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No Hook Pt. 2 Lyrics - Artist : B-Lovee
(Sixteen in this bitch)
Uh Gang She like, "B Lovee, why you ain't showin' me love?" I can't show no treesh love Gotta get to the breesh, love And the [?] gotta walk with a heater .40 on me, shit boom like a speaker They start shakin' as soon as they see us All these bitches lock eyes when they see us I'm in the hood, all good, with my feet up Tell them dickridin' niggas, "Link up" And I ain't with the politics, see the opps, we gotta blitz (Gang, gang) And we do got a lot of grips, see the Gz, you gotta hit Feds spin through the back block, and I'm totin' a fat Glock Finna make a movie These niggas be mad opps, they be talkin' to made cops when we start shootin' Somebody please say what's goin' on Fuck all the opps they put me in a song But that shit is bad rap 'cause that shit is mad cap, I be makin' movies [?] with your rat ass, I put you in a rat trap, make you start movin' She like, "B Lovee, boy, you is a movie, I like the way you be shootin' maneuver" They sayin' they ride, but don't really do it They man just got packed but what is they doin'? (What?) Nothing, go buy a shooter or somethin' All of the opps, they be bluffin' I fuck a thot like it's nothin' I get the guap 'cause it's nothin' He will not pop 'cause I'm clutchin' Them niggas, they know about me Them niggas, they heard about me Gang, gang, gang And I do not hear about 'em, so why am I scared 'bout 'em? It don't make sense I'm in the field where this shit is real, I'm totin' a steel, quick to let it rip Half a mil' his bail, brodie caught a hit No he ain't tell, he sittin' up and shit Soon as I link that hoe, I fuck Soon as I seen them opps, I up If you wanna fight then I can do that I'm totin' a glizzy, you better move back We gon' show you the wave My goons is wild, they move with a Glock On call and be cautious, 'cause you can get shot I gotta be cautious, got too many opps She like, "B Lovee you gon' make it", drop the jaws and then start to shake it I shot my shot, and I think I made it I'm off the perky, I'm feelin' amazin' I spent two bands on my fit, I bought three bands of new grips Niggas talkin', ain't on shit I send my shooters, they gon' blitz Hit that target, do not miss Hit that target, do not miss Hit that target, do not miss Gang, gang, gang OGz |
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