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No Feature Video (MV)




Performed By: Reject da Illest
Length: 1:37
Written by: Cedric McClain




Reject da Illest - No Feature Lyrics




Come check on yo' man, something wrong with him
This nigga sick he think I'm finna do a song with him
Talking like he on, say he known around the whole city
Drop his ass broad day, now I'm known with him
Rapping ass nigga I don't want no f*ckin' feature
Hit his head, he don't got no f*ckin' features
Came to play a beat and got his stupid ass beat up
Clumsy, I dropped his ass, check on yo' people

Come for a feature Ima send yo ass right back
In heaven with a whole attitude, bitch die mad
I look like God but hate niggas, I'm a white man
I make the whole crowd move, I'm a hype man
Hype bitch crushing pills, I might try half
She took my soul on the road now I can't drive back
I was broke as a joke and bitch you died laughing
Was faking like he had heat, now they lighting candles
He wanna do a song with me, boy you fighting cancer
Sick, Glizzy finna kick and knock the snot out you
Go and ask that boy who killed him, he say God got him
Shot after Shot I had that nigga bar hopping
Made the whip stop working, now the car jobless
Caught they ass by surprise now they jaw dropping
Went over board, they in chalk, I love problem solving
Parent teacher conference, boy I'm gon' involve momma

Come check on yo' man, something wrong with him
This nigga sick he think I'm finna do a song with him
Talking like he on, say he known around the whole city
Drop his ass broad day, now I'm known with him
Rapping ass nigga I don't want no f*ckin' feature
Hit his head, he don't got no f*ckin' features
Came to play a beat and got his stupid ass beat up
Clumsy, I dropped his ass, check on yo' people
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Come check on yo' man, something wrong with him
This nigga sick he think I'm finna do a song with him
Talking like he on, say he known around the whole city
Drop his ass broad day, now I'm known with him
Rapping ass nigga I don't want no f*ckin' feature
Hit his head, he don't got no f*ckin' features
Came to play a beat and got his stupid ass beat up
Clumsy, I dropped his ass, check on yo' people

Come for a feature Ima send yo ass right back
In heaven with a whole attitude, bitch die mad
I look like God but hate niggas, I'm a white man
I make the whole crowd move, I'm a hype man
Hype bitch crushing pills, I might try half
She took my soul on the road now I can't drive back
I was broke as a joke and bitch you died laughing
Was faking like he had heat, now they lighting candles
He wanna do a song with me, boy you fighting cancer
Sick, Glizzy finna kick and knock the snot out you
Go and ask that boy who killed him, he say God got him
Shot after Shot I had that nigga bar hopping
Made the whip stop working, now the car jobless
Caught they ass by surprise now they jaw dropping
Went over board, they in chalk, I love problem solving
Parent teacher conference, boy I'm gon' involve momma

Come check on yo' man, something wrong with him
This nigga sick he think I'm finna do a song with him
Talking like he on, say he known around the whole city
Drop his ass broad day, now I'm known with him
Rapping ass nigga I don't want no f*ckin' feature
Hit his head, he don't got no f*ckin' features
Came to play a beat and got his stupid ass beat up
Clumsy, I dropped his ass, check on yo' people
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Writer: Cedric McClain
Copyright: Lyrics © TRACK BANDITZ ENT., Track Banditz Ent.


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