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No Warning Video (MV)




Performed By: D Scott
Length: 2:20
Written by: Devon Scott




D Scott - No Warning Lyrics




Born a lion
Roarin in the jungle
Callin plays just like we in a huddle
Love the honeys
But don't f*ck with bumble
Always drippin
Better watch the puddles

Niggas talkin
Got a lot to say
Rubber band it
Hit em with the k
All y'all lil niggas in decay
Insecure
Shout out to Isa Rae

Hold up
Hold up a second
Bout to flip the game
Just like inception
Kickin shit just like I'm David Beckham
Penmanship
Would be my top investment

And ya baby mama call me daddy
All my nigga mobbin in the caddy
Cougar bitches
Prowling wavin at me
I just hit they daughter and they happy

F*ck what they sayin
The kid is the greatest
And that's just the truth bro

I speak in 3rd person
I'm all out of body
It's something like Morse code

Got visions of skrting Ferrari's
And havin my son in a Porsche yo

The booth is on fire
The heat that I'm feeling like light a torch yo

I'm laying the law in this bitch
Ha Like I'm on a court show

So shawty please tell me the issues you havin
Is how I approach hoes

Make songs for ya bitch
Then make songs for the niggas that hold down the fort yo

This r&b nigga be snappin
It figures
Gon catch me in Forbes yo

Hold on wait a second
Uh
I been feelin real reckless uh
Do my jig
Two stepping
Uh
In the stu no breakfast
Uh

Cause I eat up beats on you niggas
Defeat ain't the issue
I'll grab you a tissue

On top of the globe
Check the source
I'm an issue

My double entendres
Just feel so official

Collected my stripes
Now I grab me a whistle

My signature whistle
Count green like a thistle
It's no warning nigga
Blast off like a missile
And son I'm so sick
That I drink peptobysmal

That shit nasty nigga (Hahaha)

I'm leading to niggas dismissal

Cause I'm bout to spazz on this bitch
Break the beat from all angles
Put casts on this bitch
And I'm yippin and yappin
And snappin on shit
Powerade in the faygoo
We flashy and shit
And I know that I'm cute
She still gassin and shit
Lean my seat to the back
Time to whip to the vip

Shit
I think I might really be sick

You say that you got jungle fever
My temperature risin
Now hop on my dick

Before it cost too much shawty
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Born a lion
Roarin in the jungle
Callin plays just like we in a huddle
Love the honeys
But don't f*ck with bumble
Always drippin
Better watch the puddles

Niggas talkin
Got a lot to say
Rubber band it
Hit em with the k
All y'all lil niggas in decay
Insecure
Shout out to Isa Rae

Hold up
Hold up a second
Bout to flip the game
Just like inception
Kickin shit just like I'm David Beckham
Penmanship
Would be my top investment

And ya baby mama call me daddy
All my nigga mobbin in the caddy
Cougar bitches
Prowling wavin at me
I just hit they daughter and they happy

F*ck what they sayin
The kid is the greatest
And that's just the truth bro

I speak in 3rd person
I'm all out of body
It's something like Morse code

Got visions of skrting Ferrari's
And havin my son in a Porsche yo

The booth is on fire
The heat that I'm feeling like light a torch yo

I'm laying the law in this bitch
Ha Like I'm on a court show

So shawty please tell me the issues you havin
Is how I approach hoes

Make songs for ya bitch
Then make songs for the niggas that hold down the fort yo

This r&b nigga be snappin
It figures
Gon catch me in Forbes yo

Hold on wait a second
Uh
I been feelin real reckless uh
Do my jig
Two stepping
Uh
In the stu no breakfast
Uh

Cause I eat up beats on you niggas
Defeat ain't the issue
I'll grab you a tissue

On top of the globe
Check the source
I'm an issue

My double entendres
Just feel so official

Collected my stripes
Now I grab me a whistle

My signature whistle
Count green like a thistle
It's no warning nigga
Blast off like a missile
And son I'm so sick
That I drink peptobysmal

That shit nasty nigga (Hahaha)

I'm leading to niggas dismissal

Cause I'm bout to spazz on this bitch
Break the beat from all angles
Put casts on this bitch
And I'm yippin and yappin
And snappin on shit
Powerade in the faygoo
We flashy and shit
And I know that I'm cute
She still gassin and shit
Lean my seat to the back
Time to whip to the vip

Shit
I think I might really be sick

You say that you got jungle fever
My temperature risin
Now hop on my dick

Before it cost too much shawty
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Writer: Devon Scott
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