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No Weakness (Remix) Lyrics - Artist : OBN Jay
Khris James, what the fuck?
Livin' on my own
Don't hate on me, lil' bitch, I got it on my own
It ain't come easy, bitch, I'm workin' all alone
I stand on twenties like gorillas on every song
I'm lit, but ayy

Big strong mon, wha gwan? Me don't do weakness
Man, your factory wheels on the foreign, tires screechin'
I been workin' all fuckin' night, you niggas sleepin'
I been ballin' out on the court, you in the bleachers
Niggas actin' sour on the 'net but they be peaches
I can't wait 'til I fly in the jet, I'ma go reachin'

Hoes be tryna get up in my pocket, they be leachin'
Niggas steady watchin' and they plottin', they be sneakin'

Remember stackin' all of my chains up in the mansion
I love to fuck the shit out her brains, we livin' lavish
I work hard and earned a couple things, that's what happened
Hoes steady lyin' like I'm dumb, they in my past tense
See 'em out in public and just smile and hit the gas, bitch

Bitch say he gon' do me 'til I pull up to that address

Big strong mon, wha gwan? Me don't do weakness
Man, your factory wheels on the foreign, tires screechin'
I been workin' all fuckin' night, you niggas sleepin'
I been ballin' out on the court, you in the bleachers
Niggas actin' sour on the 'net but they be peaches
I can't wait 'til I fly in the jet, I'ma go reachin'
Hoes be tryna get up in my pocket, they be leachin'
Niggas steady watchin' and they plottin', they be sneakin'

Aye , ay like nick I Ride With two sticks
Keep my fucking stick , and I ain't Talking bout no toothpick
My new bitch love her old nigga , I told that bitch she better pick
(Holdup) fucking on your bitch she said she want this fucking dick
Got yo bitch looking at my pictures thinking I'm the shit
My old bitches still saying ain fucking shit
Give a fuck bout what you say bitch where my tissue at
Bitch where my tissue at
(Look) Ion want no relations , I just want the fucking neck
Fucking on yo sister I said yo girlfriend is next

Big strong mon, wha gwan? Me don't do weakness
Man, your factory wheels on the foreign, tires screechin'
I been workin' all fuckin' night, you niggas sleepin'
I been ballin' out on the court, you in the bleachers
Niggas actin' sour on the 'net but they be peaches
I can't wait 'til I fly in the jet, I'ma go reachin'
Hoes be tryna get up in my pocket, they be leachin'
Niggas steady watchin' and they plottin', they be sneakin'

Ayy, oh-ooh-woah-oh-oh
Oh-ooh-woah, oh-ooh-woah-oh-oh
Oh-oh, I said ooh-woah-oh-oh
I'm on this bitch, I say da-da-da
Young nigga do his shit

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