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No Reason Video (MV)




Performed By: Ags the Silver
Length: 2:45
Written by: AGRYA SRIVASTAVA




Ags the Silver - No Reason Lyrics




I ain't got no rhyme, no reason
Homie stab back that's treason
Diamonds ice cold so I heat em
Shot in the head yet I breathe on

Motherf*cking
Reasons, I don't need too many
Time is money we need cash, we ain't Lenny
Trip's gonna end, man, pass me another xanny

Motherf*cking
Xannies, Imma pop em till I die now
Sitting in the silhouettes, like it's a far cry now
Spiked with the shit you can't even imagine
Yeah, we about to get high now

Oooooh, motherf*cking reasons
I don't have too many
Motherf*cking reasons

I ain't got no rhyme, no reason
Homie stab back that's treason
Diamonds ice cold so I heat em
Shot in the head yet I breathe on

Ooooh, it's all falling in place
Falling from the heavens, got me saying grace
Got me fumbling, i don't know what to say
Got my mind and heart competing in the same race

Pretty little liar sitting on that rock
Rocking my world like counter-top
Leave me high like a dose of pot
Mellow like i'm melly, murder on my kop

Oooooh, motherf*cking reasons
I don't have too many
Motherf*cking reasons

I ain't got no rhyme, no reason
Homie stab back that's treason
Diamonds ice cold so I heat em
Shot in the head yet I breathe on
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I ain't got no rhyme, no reason
Homie stab back that's treason
Diamonds ice cold so I heat em
Shot in the head yet I breathe on

Motherf*cking
Reasons, I don't need too many
Time is money we need cash, we ain't Lenny
Trip's gonna end, man, pass me another xanny

Motherf*cking
Xannies, Imma pop em till I die now
Sitting in the silhouettes, like it's a far cry now
Spiked with the shit you can't even imagine
Yeah, we about to get high now

Oooooh, motherf*cking reasons
I don't have too many
Motherf*cking reasons

I ain't got no rhyme, no reason
Homie stab back that's treason
Diamonds ice cold so I heat em
Shot in the head yet I breathe on

Ooooh, it's all falling in place
Falling from the heavens, got me saying grace
Got me fumbling, i don't know what to say
Got my mind and heart competing in the same race

Pretty little liar sitting on that rock
Rocking my world like counter-top
Leave me high like a dose of pot
Mellow like i'm melly, murder on my kop

Oooooh, motherf*cking reasons
I don't have too many
Motherf*cking reasons

I ain't got no rhyme, no reason
Homie stab back that's treason
Diamonds ice cold so I heat em
Shot in the head yet I breathe on
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Writer: AGRYA SRIVASTAVA
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