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1900rugrat, babychiefdoit & bak jay - ain't no love كلمات أغنية

[intro: bobby bland]
ain’t no love, a_ain’t no love (j_j_j.r.)

[chorus: 1900rugrat]
yeah, slidin’ off a perky, b_tch, it got me swerving
bag a b_tch, she curvy, plus she say i’m perfect
this lil b_tch so bad, that it got me actin’ nervous
i pull it out, she talkin’ ’bout, “boy, that sh_t there finna hurt me”
cut up then i land like i pulled up doing surgery
when i pop out with that blam, b_tch, i’m finna get to purgin’
it’s a whole lot of snakes in the crowd, it’s some serpents, vultures
ridin’ with that thirty, right up in the holster

[verse 1: 1900rugrat]
ain’t nothing like a cheater, stay jocked, this ain’t no re_rock
i was beatin’ up my reeboks, now i done f_cked around, got my cheese up
only pop up ’bout a check, it’s a reason i brought the glee out
he bleed how i bleed, but i go to louis, you go to levi’s
why he wildin’? b_tch, ’cause 3 out
i can’t wait ’til they let steve out
nasty ho, we ain’t even leave the car, she tryna pull my meat out
new radar, up that b_tch and blow it, p_ssy better leave out (buh, buh)
i ain’t got no love for no p_ssy or no peon (yeah, uh_huh, uh_huh, uh_huh)
i got dope all in my lungs, i got lean all in my p_ss
i got quagen in my cup, p_ssy, i don’t sip no tris
ain’t no n0body ain’t have no love from when i was on my d_ck
i done ran it up, now it’s twenty all up on my wrist
i done went, “hey, johnny, here’s twenty, can you dump this on my kit?”
you see these vv’s shining, try to take ’em, firin’ off the switch (fire off the rip)
firin’ off the rip, you play, we sayin’ “fine” before firin’ off the hill, yeah
[chorus: 1900rugrat & babychiefdoit]
yeah, slidin’ off a perky, b_tch, it got me swerving
bag a b_tch, she curvy, plus she say i’m perfect
this lil b_tch so bad, that it got me actin’ nervous
i pull it out, she talkin’ ’bout, “boy, that sh_t there finna hurt me”
cut up then i land like i pulled up doing surgery
when i pop out with that blam, b_tch, i’m finna get to purgin’
it’s a whole lot of snakes in the crowd, it’s some serpents, vultures
ridin’ with that thirty, right up in the holster (baow, baow)

[verse 2: babychiefdoit & bak jay]
i said we takin’ sh_t, thank you, sir, i need that off
i ain’t even have to jump folks gate, i walked right in ’cause the gate wasn’t locked
i see why n_ggas hidin’, they know sh_t get slimy, grimy
dthang steal when get quiet, look for something, you not gon’ find it
we on the e_way, flyin’, they f_ck 12 ’cause they stopped trying
car too fast, we slide and glidin’, they know not to get behind it
i’m a square? can’t duck my fire
baow, brr, we blow, you die
i don’t know why hoes be mad, they seem to forget they not mine
she say, “why you cheatin’ on me?”, what the h_ll you talkin’ ’bout, b_tch?
i wanna know if you f_ckin’ or not, other than that, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh_t
baby girl, you can’t be trusted ’cause your ass eat shrimp and grits
i’m not askin’ for too much, just send me money and show me tits
what the f_ck? i’m too legit, i never had to drop a diss
every beat, i touch a hit, it’s still f_ck rap, i’ll dump my clip
it’s still f_ck rappers and f_ck hoes, get money, boy, i must admit
i had came through blowin’ and tripped, dthang came through blowin’ and hit
b_tch, i be swervin’
this lil ho is way too bad, d_mn, she make me nervous
i ain’t gon’ lie, this .762 hit him, he hurtin’
i ain’t even gon’ lie, n_gga, catch him, we gon’ shirt him
catch him, we gon’ murk him, dancin’, prancin’
i ain’t gon’ lie, my b_tch look like [?]
i don’t give a f_ck about nothing, n_gga, i get to dancin’
i ain’t even gon’ lie, n_gga, you’re sh_t, you need a pamper, n_gga, slatt (ayy)
[verse 3: bak jay]
youngins pull up, shootin’ sh_t, talkin’ ’bout no jumper
this lil b_tch got dumpers, tell the opps go check them numbers
ain’t been to the hood in a minute, mr. drop_’em
bak got stacks, at fifteen, sixteen, ran up commas
sixteen, ran up h_lla paper, wanna go somewhere? bet, i’ll take you
i’m the type n_gga pull out a drac’ on a hater, your ho going and you cannot save her
stretch me a opp and then count up a ten, throw me a rock, i’ma show my hand
[?], take a few percs, boot up off xans
wip, feel free the finish

- 1900rugrat babychiefdoit bak jay

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