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No Love Lyrics - Artist : Fat Trel
I'm drinking so much
I'm smoking so much I'm never sober I cannot show love I cannot show love I'm rairly sober At night I be rollin I might hit it over I might hit the quarter They say we blew up Act like you knew us My boys will blow up I mean we blew up Police patrolling, I'm out here rolling It's no controling I thought you know it I'm such a stoner Lean got me poured up 5 in the Ruger You know I hang with the shooters Hang with the shooters That ame at Madoola Where my young nigga at? Boy, shout out to Boosie Show up, no more slow up Came a long way from the old cup Solo rolling through Moco With my bitch, she walkin on toes now A duce in the purple, a duce in the red Got 4 blunts, take 1 to the head Niggas get money, addicted to bread I'd rather go and fuck bitches instead Same nigga, with a pack of that dread Pack of niggas in the [?] Now I'm that nigga with bread Got love for [?] [?] and I slide them around Cop it down, bet the feelings come out Hit a pussy nigga with a hot 16 A Glock 16 You know what this mean I don't understand how I got this mean If you don't believe, come watch this thing Niggas don't play, we ball, NBA Money still call us, double A Take your bitch, she keep looking at us Book a flight, catch you lookin this way You lookin at her, she lookin away You might be that nigga, but just not today Just copped me a J, in the hall of fame A nigga like me, came out the mud with a gage I don't give a fuck, like tomorrow or today I fuck her tomorrow, you call her today I'm drinking so much I'm smoking so much I'm never sober I cannot show love I cannot show love I'm back and I bust Smoking the shit, showin no love Just got in, when I get bored, I just pour up the lean Pop me a Xan, then I go on the way You fuck with my niggas, I fuck with your day We gon get money like fuck what they say Fuck all these bitches, they all in the way Hoes on my dick, I might need me some space Fuck up the Roles, fuck up the A Fuck up Patrone, fuck on my face Been gettin money since back in the day Since I was a youngin just packin the tray Niggas want work, Imma shoot out the K Boot up and boot out, and get out the way Call up Young Wild, like where is my child? Bitch smile I fuck up her day The bitches in line, I keep them in place They have to boot up from smoking on Ace Fuck all the talkin, the money I chace When I'm in the club, I'm poppin the Ace Shout out to Killa, you know that's my ace I need me some pack, I'm [?] Boys in the hood, we don't fuck with them trays We count them fiftys and hundreds for days I'm drinking so much I'm smoking so much I'm never sober I cannot show love I cannot show love |
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