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B-Nasty - No [Explicit] Lyrics



B-Nasty - No [Explicit] Lyrics




[ Featuring Denairo ]

Yo, don't get mad man
Your girl, she's happy
I mean she's happy with me
I guess the only one you can say sorry to is well..
I'll let you figure that out
Let's go

I'm f*ckin' way hotter bitches now, look at me go
Crazy with my flows, they already know
Money to blow, like yeah yeah its for show
You talking about this shit, but you ain't no no no man
Whatchu really want from me
I'm taking about cash money jewels, you know the rules
You getting played like fools
Where my boo boos?
Where my boo boos at?
Yeah she on my arm like that, and that's a matter of fact
You talking about this shit but your rhymes are flat
I'm talking about this shit, but homie its a wrap
We at the top floor like, that's that
And if you want to get light, you get smacked
Yeah there ain't no returnin' from what we about to turnin'
To be the realest, to be the best
And that's why we out here
Less stressed, more blessed
Yeah we got it on our crest
Yeah we dressed to impress, like this

You ain't really f*ckin' with us
No no no, no no
You ant really f*ckin' with us, no
You ain't really f*ckin' with us
No no no, no no
You ant really f*ckin' with us, no

No nigga, no nigga you ain't really f*ckin' wit' us
No briefcase but I'm still about my business
These rappers keepin' silent man, let's make it official
Peep game, man you can learn a lesson, killer
I'm from the home of big rims and chrome Smith and Wesson's
And if you make it out, you better count your f*ckin' blessings
To all the heat I be getting man it never stress me
I'm high most times I never even feel the pressure
Plus I love all the hatin' you ain't get the message
I might drop a few tracks just to get some leverage
Have of you wannabe's don't complete the checklist
Denairo in this bitch to kill the ones that's infected
And neglected, they disrespect it
Now it's all about your necklace
And getting faded
And f*ckin' bitches, my life is lifted
F*ck an image, I stay consistant
Knowledge the key man, I get it

You ain't really f*ckin' with us
No no no, no no
You ant really f*ckin' with us, no
You ain't really f*ckin' with us
No no no, no no
You ant really f*ckin' with us, no

You ain't really f*ckin'
You ain't really f*ckin' with us
You ain't really f*ckin'
You ain't really f*ckin' with us
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Yo, don't get mad man
Your girl, she's happy
I mean she's happy with me
I guess the only one you can say sorry to is well..
I'll let you figure that out
Let's go

I'm f*ckin' way hotter bitches now, look at me go
Crazy with my flows, they already know
Money to blow, like yeah yeah its for show
You talking about this shit, but you ain't no no no man
Whatchu really want from me
I'm taking about cash money jewels, you know the rules
You getting played like fools
Where my boo boos?
Where my boo boos at?
Yeah she on my arm like that, and that's a matter of fact
You talking about this shit but your rhymes are flat
I'm talking about this shit, but homie its a wrap
We at the top floor like, that's that
And if you want to get light, you get smacked
Yeah there ain't no returnin' from what we about to turnin'
To be the realest, to be the best
And that's why we out here
Less stressed, more blessed
Yeah we got it on our crest
Yeah we dressed to impress, like this

You ain't really f*ckin' with us
No no no, no no
You ant really f*ckin' with us, no
You ain't really f*ckin' with us
No no no, no no
You ant really f*ckin' with us, no

No nigga, no nigga you ain't really f*ckin' wit' us
No briefcase but I'm still about my business
These rappers keepin' silent man, let's make it official
Peep game, man you can learn a lesson, killer
I'm from the home of big rims and chrome Smith and Wesson's
And if you make it out, you better count your f*ckin' blessings
To all the heat I be getting man it never stress me
I'm high most times I never even feel the pressure
Plus I love all the hatin' you ain't get the message
I might drop a few tracks just to get some leverage
Have of you wannabe's don't complete the checklist
Denairo in this bitch to kill the ones that's infected
And neglected, they disrespect it
Now it's all about your necklace
And getting faded
And f*ckin' bitches, my life is lifted
F*ck an image, I stay consistant
Knowledge the key man, I get it

You ain't really f*ckin' with us
No no no, no no
You ant really f*ckin' with us, no
You ain't really f*ckin' with us
No no no, no no
You ant really f*ckin' with us, no

You ain't really f*ckin'
You ain't really f*ckin' with us
You ain't really f*ckin'
You ain't really f*ckin' with us
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Writer: Alexander Barnes, Anthony Carrington
Copyright: Lyrics © Dough Related Productions

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