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Trappichan & BNB Danero - No Sympathy Lyrics



Trappichan & BNB Danero - No Sympathy Lyrics
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(Yeah aye aye yeah yeah)
(Yeahh)
(Perfect timing, going in)
(Shining, glow and shit)
Aye, Its perfect timing
Me and gang going in
We see them hating in the club
We don't notice them
They see us shining
Yeah my neck glow and shit
I be creeping on the low
Wit the pole n' shit
So what you know we don't
Trust these niggas
Gotta keep a pole tucked
Know I'm posted wit my hittas
Wanna argue for what?
I ain't talkin to these bitches
And I'm off that
Ain't no caressing me
And ain't no sympathy
Its perfect timing
Me and gang going in
We see them hating in the club
We don't notice them
They see us shining
Yeah my neck glow and shit
I be creeping on the low
Wit the pole n' shit
Aye, You know I'm creepin on the low
I'm cheating with the money
Never cheating on a hoe
I keep them bitches bad
Yeah i keep them just for show
If they f*ckin wit my bag then
That bitch gotta go
I gotta do that dash
Real fast in the spaceship
Homie talking hot on the block
But he ain't shit
Gotta hit his top at the spot
Give him eight clips
Ran down on the f*ckin Opp
He ain't say shit
(Why you quiet?)
Keep a lotta tools
So you know a nigga handy
Red color seats inside
Look like candy
I be at the beach
So my feet always sandy
Keep a lotta toys
No story no Andy
Pour me up some henny
No Bacardi not the Brandy
Ion need no rubber bitch
You really need a plan B
Gotta follow rules
Hope you really understand me
Boutta get grim like
Billy and Mandy
Aye, Its perfect timing
Me and gang going in
We see them hating in the club
We don't notice them
They see us shining
Yeah my neck glow and shit
I be creeping on the low
Wit the pole n' shit
So what you know we don't
Trust these niggas
Gotta keep a pole tucked
Know I'm posted wit my hittas
Wanna argue for what?
I ain't talkin to these bitches
And I'm off that
Ain't no caressing me
And ain't no sympathy
Hit the break make deposits
Niggas hatin so we runnin up
Break the safe niggas whilin'
Whats the combo need the numbers huh
We need the straight digits
Foreign straight whippin
My niggas straight get it
Ya lane boring just switch it
We working everyday
We working just to elevate
(I merge into the interstate)
(I'm driving to a better place)
And no we cannot let up
And can't be nervous
Like how much you spent
On the bag at the purchase
(Like how much you spent)
(On that bag on the purchase man)
(See that arch on ya back girl you working yeah)
(Run it up all my niggas straight working yeah)
(Break it down shawty you know that you worth it yeah)
Aye, Its perfect timing
Me and gang going in
We see them hating in the club
We don't notice them
They see us shining
Yeah my neck glow and shit
I be creeping on the low
Wit the pole n' shit
So what you know we don't
Trust these niggas
Gotta keep a pole tucked
Know I'm posted wit my hittas
Wanna argue for what?
(I ain't talkin to these bitches)
(And I'm off that)
(Ain't no caressing me)
(And ain't no sympathy)
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(Yeah aye aye yeah yeah)
(Yeahh)
(Perfect timing, going in)
(Shining, glow and shit)
Aye, Its perfect timing
Me and gang going in
We see them hating in the club
We don't notice them
They see us shining
Yeah my neck glow and shit
I be creeping on the low
Wit the pole n' shit
So what you know we don't
Trust these niggas
Gotta keep a pole tucked
Know I'm posted wit my hittas
Wanna argue for what?
I ain't talkin to these bitches
And I'm off that
Ain't no caressing me
And ain't no sympathy
Its perfect timing
Me and gang going in
We see them hating in the club
We don't notice them
They see us shining
Yeah my neck glow and shit
I be creeping on the low
Wit the pole n' shit
Aye, You know I'm creepin on the low
I'm cheating with the money
Never cheating on a hoe
I keep them bitches bad
Yeah i keep them just for show
If they f*ckin wit my bag then
That bitch gotta go
I gotta do that dash
Real fast in the spaceship
Homie talking hot on the block
But he ain't shit
Gotta hit his top at the spot
Give him eight clips
Ran down on the f*ckin Opp
He ain't say shit
(Why you quiet?)
Keep a lotta tools
So you know a nigga handy
Red color seats inside
Look like candy
I be at the beach
So my feet always sandy
Keep a lotta toys
No story no Andy
Pour me up some henny
No Bacardi not the Brandy
Ion need no rubber bitch
You really need a plan B
Gotta follow rules
Hope you really understand me
Boutta get grim like
Billy and Mandy
Aye, Its perfect timing
Me and gang going in
We see them hating in the club
We don't notice them
They see us shining
Yeah my neck glow and shit
I be creeping on the low
Wit the pole n' shit
So what you know we don't
Trust these niggas
Gotta keep a pole tucked
Know I'm posted wit my hittas
Wanna argue for what?
I ain't talkin to these bitches
And I'm off that
Ain't no caressing me
And ain't no sympathy
Hit the break make deposits
Niggas hatin so we runnin up
Break the safe niggas whilin'
Whats the combo need the numbers huh
We need the straight digits
Foreign straight whippin
My niggas straight get it
Ya lane boring just switch it
We working everyday
We working just to elevate
(I merge into the interstate)
(I'm driving to a better place)
And no we cannot let up
And can't be nervous
Like how much you spent
On the bag at the purchase
(Like how much you spent)
(On that bag on the purchase man)
(See that arch on ya back girl you working yeah)
(Run it up all my niggas straight working yeah)
(Break it down shawty you know that you worth it yeah)
Aye, Its perfect timing
Me and gang going in
We see them hating in the club
We don't notice them
They see us shining
Yeah my neck glow and shit
I be creeping on the low
Wit the pole n' shit
So what you know we don't
Trust these niggas
Gotta keep a pole tucked
Know I'm posted wit my hittas
Wanna argue for what?
(I ain't talkin to these bitches)
(And I'm off that)
(Ain't no caressing me)
(And ain't no sympathy)
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Writer: Daniel Adrien, Myles Connor
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Performed By: Trappichan & BNB Danero
Language: English
Length: 3:07
Written by: Daniel Adrien, Myles Connor

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