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lirik lagu no luv – k shiday & enchanting

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[intro: gucci mane]
wop (wop)
yeah, yeah, yeah, ha, go

[verse 1: gucci mane]
they say that i’m a clone, i’m not a human bein’ (well d*mn)
’cause i can’t go nowhere without my human feelings (brr)
got a murder on my build, it’s holdin’ up my denim (it’s gucci)
i’m keepin’ the feds out my b*tch, you tryna put ’em in ’em (alright)
you say you wanna square up, well, f*ck it, square up (well d*mn)
choppa knock ya head off, it turned ya bail out (brr)
i pray my haters get corona, stop the coughin’ on me (yeah)
the last n*gga ran up on me, and i coughed the homie (d*mn)
i know the feds listen to me, they my competition (d*mn)
couldn’t beat me fast, so they recruitеd snitches (d*mn)
put ya homie in the icu, he needed stitches, yeah
y’all actin’ gangster, but deep down, y’all know y’all really b*tches (it’s gucci)
i make a snowstorm, not a flurry, whip it in a hurry (skrrt)
they say i did it, i’m so rich, i still crank up the jewelry (yeah)
they wanna hang me by the raptors like vince carter jersey (vince)
everybody broke, i could have retired, early thirty (woo)
went through like thirty million dollars in my early thirties (huh?)
i rep the 6 like julius ervin’, showtime like some birkins (wow)
these b*tches eatin’ these percocets like they bossed in they veins (wow)
somebody picture ’cause he tryna be me, it’s a dream (it’s gucci)

[verse 2: big scarr]
uh, you still sell dope at the schoolhouse
look at me now, i’m a rich f*ckin’ dropout, yeah
hands on my mouth now, pop out
pull up on ya block, everybody get shot down, yeah
cartier chain with the lights out
he don’t want the smoke, p*ssy n*gga, better pipe down, uh
got a main b*tch, he wanna fight now
hit him from the back with my glock and a nightgown
you know how they goin’, got sh*t for a b*tch, i got sh*t for a ho
new foreign coupe with the b*tterfly doors
made the b*tch flat seat, hop out, we can go
they hated, i made this sh*t happen, i slip on it barely
post at the trap with the ranch, i used to f*ck with the ranches
but now i blew up, yeah, all of my b*tches the baddest

[verse 3: enchanting]
they say i ain’t no ho, i’m a real*ass pimp
bands in my pocket, i got all them in
b*tch, i’m poppin’ like greasy, my name on the list (yeah)
part on these hoes and my n*gga be simp (yeah)
pour a 4 on my sprain, now i’m leanin’ (huh)
my face, like i ran it back for no reason (woo)
b*tches ease, i know ’em, i’m leavin’ (yeah)
kush all in my lungs when i’m breathin’ (mmm), d*mn
i love a ho with a fat ass, boy, you a b*tch with a read*ass
you stalkin’ my sh*t, what you mad at?
like i just might do with ya badass
step off in this b*tch, it’s a light show (light show)
my diamonds hit where it’s no life though
i love a thick b*tch with no life, ho (ice)
you hate me, you ruin my life though
you love when it hard whenever (d*mn)
if she want a ho, then i’m little
i might stretch me a b*tch, no pretzel
all my guns come with a supressor
thirty*two lighters all in my dresser
1017, i’ma get you to guess it
b*tch, i’m thuggin’, no matter the whistle
so icy, we flockin’ together

[verse 4: k shiday]
plan it, i make me a pot, i get special delivery
then that b*tch hop, you a bundle of misery
get off my top and ya shawty gon’ go because this year a bop
i got boo stamps ’cause he always complainin’
he don’t eat enough of that p*ssy, a plan
you better be careful ’cause this sh*t is dangerous
lay yo ass out like a muhf*ckin’ string
i say “burr,” b*tch, ice cold, diamond grills all go
quick bag also, p*ssy n*ggas all ‘fore
my attitude needed a tic*tac
i pulled his weave, they swipe, they not swipin’ the fox trap
say money, all that, see me, it step for the solve
they watch how my b*tches resolved that
lie and say, “b*tch, what you called that?”
said shawty fall back, i can’t just solve that
my energy right, i got stamina
catch us, young n*gga, with money, they needed the camera
these n*ggas really ain’t man enough, abracadabra, i see what’s up
caught that b*tch cheatin’, you peepin’ her
better think twice about keepin’ her b*tches got options, that n*gga been f*ckin’ her (brr)

[verse 5: key glock]
yeah, fly like a bird, f*ck what you heard, b*tch, i been makin’ serves (serves)
uh, big ’bout a swerve, i f*cked ’em, forgiato on the curve (bah)
yeah, codeine got me slurp, i’m drinkin’ too much, spilled this sh*t on my shirt (uh)
yeah, i ball with no jersey, young n*gga flexin’, young n*gga, no splurgin’ (uh)
lord, please have mercy, i got two b*tches with me emergin’ (yeah)
b*tch, better go join the circus, who you think i is? i ain’t buyin’ no birkin
my mama is the only lady i get a purse for
instagram b*tches, ain’t nothin’ but worse
so i’m ridin’ in a yellow maybach, sippin’ purple
and i got two straps on me, glock, urkel (bah, bah)
yeah, what the f*ck you mean, huh? (f*ck you mean?)
b*tch, this a p*r*e, 1*0*1*7, dream team, yeah (b*tch)
b*tch, i ball like kareem, uh (b*tch) and i’m ’bout my cream, yeah (’bout my cream, uh)
they say money talk, but my diamonds do too and they sayin’, “bling,” n*gga (so icy)

[outro: key glock]
yeah

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