Ayy, cello, this shit crazy
What up, T
Screamin' Red Rum
It ain't no love in the lil' city that I come from
Body after body, got them youngyins screamin' Red Rum
Lil' bitch book smart, But I call her stupid cuz her head dumb,
Good za hittin hard, man, I damn near coughed up a lung
I'm not the two, three, four, five lil' bitch, I'm the one
& ain't shit sweet, but I swear we stack the honey bun
Man, I done came a long way from makin' niggas run,
Used to talk shit all day, I'm like, f*ck it, put it in a song
It ain't peer pressure when I'm pushin' pressure,
Handin' out them testers
TT don't know what I be into, Cuz I don't be tryna stress her
Out in Whitewater, I made 20k every semester
Last opp spoke out, left this world on a stretcher
Pablo told me go out there and get it, nigga you my son
F*ckin with lil' bro, like, move ova, let me drop this 1
So much blood on my shoes, it look like I'm rockin' Christian
(Louboutin)
BlueFaces in my pocket like I f*ck around with Chrisean
Money Train shit man
Ghost
Cruisin' down the rich county like they gon' do me wrong
Loose leaf with the white bitch and a Crackin' phone
Uh, uh, almost forgot that
Nigga tried to swipe my pop, Nigga, I ain't look back
Whole ones for 50, you ain't know I had a whole slab
Buss a 36 down by 50, nigga, Do the math
I was humble, nigga, I ain't f*ck with the quicksand,
Bro said f*ckin with the lil' boy, you can be a man
Ain't no love in my city, I ain't believe in that
Cookin' Oz with my bros like my name Dak
Lookin' for plugs in every state like I ain't comin' back
Tryna run seven states with them Falcons like Micheal Vick
Told bro that streets ain't it you better find yo niche
But that's the one I call every time you gotta fight the switch
Niggas fallin' off, tryna come up on quick licks
Ain't no love in my city, You can f*ck around and get hit bitch
MTG Mook - No Love (feat. MTG Ghost) Lyrics
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English
Ayy, cello, this shit crazy
What up, T
Screamin' Red Rum
It ain't no love in the lil' city that I come from
Body after body, got them youngyins screamin' Red Rum
Lil' bitch book smart, But I call her stupid cuz her head dumb,
Good za hittin hard, man, I damn near coughed up a lung
I'm not the two, three, four, five lil' bitch, I'm the one
& ain't shit sweet, but I swear we stack the honey bun
Man, I done came a long way from makin' niggas run,
Used to talk shit all day, I'm like, f*ck it, put it in a song
It ain't peer pressure when I'm pushin' pressure,
Handin' out them testers
TT don't know what I be into, Cuz I don't be tryna stress her
Out in Whitewater, I made 20k every semester
Last opp spoke out, left this world on a stretcher
Pablo told me go out there and get it, nigga you my son
F*ckin with lil' bro, like, move ova, let me drop this 1
So much blood on my shoes, it look like I'm rockin' Christian
(Louboutin)
BlueFaces in my pocket like I f*ck around with Chrisean
Money Train shit man
Ghost
Cruisin' down the rich county like they gon' do me wrong
Loose leaf with the white bitch and a Crackin' phone
Uh, uh, almost forgot that
Nigga tried to swipe my pop, Nigga, I ain't look back
Whole ones for 50, you ain't know I had a whole slab
Buss a 36 down by 50, nigga, Do the math
I was humble, nigga, I ain't f*ck with the quicksand,
Bro said f*ckin with the lil' boy, you can be a man
Ain't no love in my city, I ain't believe in that
Cookin' Oz with my bros like my name Dak
Lookin' for plugs in every state like I ain't comin' back
Tryna run seven states with them Falcons like Micheal Vick
Told bro that streets ain't it you better find yo niche
But that's the one I call every time you gotta fight the switch
Niggas fallin' off, tryna come up on quick licks
Ain't no love in my city, You can f*ck around and get hit bitch
What up, T
Screamin' Red Rum
It ain't no love in the lil' city that I come from
Body after body, got them youngyins screamin' Red Rum
Lil' bitch book smart, But I call her stupid cuz her head dumb,
Good za hittin hard, man, I damn near coughed up a lung
I'm not the two, three, four, five lil' bitch, I'm the one
& ain't shit sweet, but I swear we stack the honey bun
Man, I done came a long way from makin' niggas run,
Used to talk shit all day, I'm like, f*ck it, put it in a song
It ain't peer pressure when I'm pushin' pressure,
Handin' out them testers
TT don't know what I be into, Cuz I don't be tryna stress her
Out in Whitewater, I made 20k every semester
Last opp spoke out, left this world on a stretcher
Pablo told me go out there and get it, nigga you my son
F*ckin with lil' bro, like, move ova, let me drop this 1
So much blood on my shoes, it look like I'm rockin' Christian
(Louboutin)
BlueFaces in my pocket like I f*ck around with Chrisean
Money Train shit man
Ghost
Cruisin' down the rich county like they gon' do me wrong
Loose leaf with the white bitch and a Crackin' phone
Uh, uh, almost forgot that
Nigga tried to swipe my pop, Nigga, I ain't look back
Whole ones for 50, you ain't know I had a whole slab
Buss a 36 down by 50, nigga, Do the math
I was humble, nigga, I ain't f*ck with the quicksand,
Bro said f*ckin with the lil' boy, you can be a man
Ain't no love in my city, I ain't believe in that
Cookin' Oz with my bros like my name Dak
Lookin' for plugs in every state like I ain't comin' back
Tryna run seven states with them Falcons like Micheal Vick
Told bro that streets ain't it you better find yo niche
But that's the one I call every time you gotta fight the switch
Niggas fallin' off, tryna come up on quick licks
Ain't no love in my city, You can f*ck around and get hit bitch
Writer: Malik Mayfield
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