lirik lagu no love – 4ayem
i don’t wanna fall in love, swear to god man these b-tches ain’t good enough for me
i just wanna smoke these straws, my heart on lock and she looking for the key
h-ll nah i ain’t tryna cuff, i just wanna f-ck, babygirl you a dollar
ridin on the p-ssenger side so you down to ride, so really you telling me lies
mop the floor and put the wet sign and i still caught her slipping
f-ck his b-tch just like a magician, i just end up missin’
tried to tell these n-gg-s and b-tches but they didn’t listen
and i’m all by myself i’m so independent
b-tch i’m in new orleans, please don’t hit my f-cking phone if it is not important
and i’m high up off this doja i feel like i’m soaring
one day i’m gone pull up in a foreign
if it ain’t about no shmoney then a n-gg- gone ignore it
bust down thotiana, i wanna see you bust, so bust that sh-t down
and i got her in the condo, i wanna see you suck it, so suck that sh-t now
captain of the boat, call that p-ssy t-tanic but i ain’t gone drown
treat it like a rollie, but bust that sh-t down
if she tall like a tree ima cut that b-tch down
i don’t wanna fall in love, swear to god man these b-tches ain’t good enough for me
i just wanna smoke these straws, my heart on lock and she looking for the key
h-ll nah i ain’t tryna cuff, i just wanna f-ck, babygirl you a dollar
ridin on the p-ssenger side so you down to ride, so really you telling me lies
no matter what i do please don’t judge me, i don’t trust n-body i don’t even trust myself
no matter what i do please don’t judge me, when i die i’m going to heaven cuz i swear i been through h-ll
tryna hop in that coupe or a blue tesla
roll a lot on that paper and ????????
no i do not play boy i’m not hugh hefner
life is like a teacher boy it’s gonna test ya
i get cheese like bernie mac, think he poppin’ really wack
on this paper like a pencil, all these n-gg-s sentimental
yeah my n-gg-s crazy but not mental, for this b-tch you know i kept it gentle
i d-cked her down very simple, bad b-tch fire too with a couple dimples
my n-gg-s pop sh-t like a f-cking pimple, 30 rounds at ya, mothaf-ckin’ temple
i don’t wanna fall in love, swear to god man these b-tches ain’t good enough for me
i just wanna smoke these straws, my heart on lock and she looking for the key
h-ll nah i ain’t tryna cuff, i just wanna f-ck, babygirl you a dollar
ridin on the p-ssenger side so you down to ride, so really you telling me lies
lirik lagu lainnya :
- kumpulan lirik lagu carole samaha › lirik lagu esmaa’ni – carole samaha
- kumpulan lirik lagu paulo andre › lirik lagu tô rindo à toa – paulo andré
- kumpulan lirik lagu teixeirinha › lirik lagu pedaços de mim – teixeirinha
- kumpulan lirik lagu jorge drexler › lirik lagu la infidelidad de la era informatica – jorge drexler
- kumpulan lirik lagu lea mendonca › lirik lagu mais que vencedor – léa mendonça
- kumpulan lirik lagu goonew › lirik lagu been had work – goonew
- kumpulan lirik lagu heranca › lirik lagu a razão – herança
- kumpulan lirik lagu darlene lima › lirik lagu quando oro – darlene lima
- kumpulan lirik lagu volver › lirik lagu tão perto, tão certo – volver
- kumpulan lirik lagu mucc › lirik lagu ryuusei – mucc