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lirik lagu no emotion – cole myer

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f*ck you cole myer

call your main b*tch, she let me hit it
i was ballin’ on these motherf*ckers like it was a scrimmage
had to dunk on motherf*ckers just to show em we was winnin’
i’m the type of dude to tell you something and i never meant it
i’m seeing god up in this b*tch, i’m thinkin’ that i’m schizophrenic
it’s gettin’ hot up in this b*tch, they better call the paramedics

there’s no saving me, i’m dead, i’m good, i’m gone for good, forget me
she was gone, i cannot f*ck with b*tches and they never met me
i’m getting claustrophobic up inside her room i can’t see clear
if we shootin’ something better be a buck or f*ckin’ deer
and i’m tryna get a boss, b*tch you f*ckin’ with your peer
if you below average, we can’t have you around, can’t have you near
i said f*ck it, i can’t trust her, i can’t keep her, i don’t need her
and i’m hitting her last second just like a buzzer beater
and i double parked the b*tch and i don’t even pay the meeter
take her shop and give her bags just so i don’t have to eat her

d*mn, i f*cked up, cause she bad
d*mn, i wanna f*ck on that ass
if she throw me coochie then i’m gonna make it last
i got 20 seconds, gotta make it count, can’t make it fast
on my c*ck, b*tches all up on my c*ck, i milly rock
drop the top, sip the wok, and i’m flippin off a cop
in eighth grade, i was f*ckin’ b*tches, p*ssin off the block
shottz
trumpet in my hand, but i ain’t playin’ though (playing)
got these b*tches on my d*ck, but i can’t stand a hoe (ew)
got the ice up on my wrist, but yeah, i’m never cold
and got the strap up on my hip, but i will never fold (bop, bop, bop)
gettin’ cold outside, so i got the puffer on (woo)
yeah, i’m poppin’ h*lla tabs, so i can’t see what’s on
and they passin’ me the ball, so i gotta keep it open
yeah, i’m hoppin’ in the ring, i’m feelin’ like hulk hogan
tappin’ on the blunt, so now my body floatin’
swimmin’ through the p*ssy, that sh*t’s salty like a f*ckin’ ocean (ew)
droppin’ albums, no promotion
still be comin’ while i’m strokin’
rappin’ but with no emotion
she a witch, give me the potion
water rippin’, goin’ boney
hittin’ blunt, you know we smokin’
in the clouds, i’m f*ckin’ floatin

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