No Love Shemix (Explicit) 歌詞
No Love Shemix (Explicit) - Flo Milli/Trina/Maiya The Don/J.K. Mac
Lyrics by:Tamia Monique Carter/Katrina Laverne Taylor/Maiya Early/Jonathan McClarin/Patti LaBelle/Carzell Frost/Reginald Saunders
Composed by:Tamia Monique Carter/Katrina Laverne Taylor/Maiya Early/Jonathan McClarin
Grr run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Callin' my **** like hold on
Hold on
She tryna **** sumn
All on my trap phone
Slide if you want to
Way that you talking
You finna leave with yo'
Back blown
He callin' my **** like
Huh
Let me pick it up
Let me get right
Hello
I done went ghost
Now he all alone
Bye
Bet he tryna see
What that P like
I told that nigga
Speak to them greenlights
I can't stop until
I hear a moan
We get together
Don't answer the phone
Put it down
They be trippin'
Like baby we grown
Baby we grown
They sayin' yo' ***** perfect
Hello
You get to spinnin' the block
They hurtin'
Bad a*s *****
You can tell by the waist
Don't hit from the back
I'm pretty in the face
Okay I just been holdin' my weight
And believin'
A ***** tryna eat off my plate
Okay tryna cross me
I'ma give you a taste
He wanna save a ho
Give him a cake
I know these h*es wanna be me
Blue face bands to the bank
I'm a Keke
****tin' on h*es
'Cause I can and it please me
Shakin' my a*s
He ain't know I was freaky
Ooh
Ayy white toes
Malasian on a bundle
He whipped it out
I saw a anaconda
I just wake up and think
About the hundos
I can't go back and forth
With a nigga that's fine
But it ain't no love
In this *****
No love
Hop out with JK
My nigga be poppin' this ****
I always knew I would be rich
I came from the bottom now
I'm at the top of they list
I tell a ho she can dip
Bye
Fly a*s ***** can't copy this drip
He wanna go on a trip
Okay when I hop on it
I hope he can handle this cunt
Callin' my **** like
Let me pick it up
Let me get right get right
Yeah yeah callin'
My **** like
Let me pick it up
Let me get right get right get right
I'm ******* some h*es
No problem
No problem
These all black pumps got
Red at the bottom
Yeah
Yeah I'm from Brooklyn
But I'm good on all hoods
From Fordham to Harlem
Brooklyn
Ain't no competition
I'm lookin' a bum and
You fit the description
Clutch on my wrist
Watch how it glisten
It's time for Maria lux
All on my inches
Bow
Any ***** step to me get stepped on
Stepped on
Seven-figure talk just to
**** with the big Don
Yeah
I pop **** through my big ones
Take a whole salary
Ice out my left arm
Ice ice
Tell a ho Google me
I been that girl
This attention ain't new to me
Shorty subtweetin'
And won't say my name
P***y
Put an at on it since
I don't do ambiguity
******* is boring
Respectfully
I say what I want
And ain't nobody checkin' me
Why would you watch me
From fake pages Huh
Admit it lil' *****
You high-key obsessed with me
Rich ***** status
You know my swag is
Iced out diamonds
Low mein jackets
I'm the biggest
You play me again this
I broke the record for
****tin' on *******