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No More
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Hip-Hop/Rap
No More was released on April 3, 2020 by Fast Money Boyz / EMPIRE as a part of the album The Gift 3
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Release DateApril 3, 2020
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Credits

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I don't, I-I-I don't want the fake love no more
Them **** not with us no more
I don't wanna sip no mud no more
I ain't hoppin' on that bus no more
You won't catch me in the club no more
[Verse 2]
Unless they payin' me a dub to go
So much ice on me, I look like a Eskimo
Smokin' to the pot, I don't wanna pass it though
I'm a VIP, you can't get past the rope
If I gotta ask you twice, I won't ask no more
Them bottles to the realest and the baddest hoes
Which one of you are comin' to the mansion though?
Whole game drippin' like a fashion show
Ain't no runnin', ran into who got that bag for sure
We got that bag for sure
[Verse 3]
Damn, da-da-damn, bookin' me for shows, what, they nervous?
My **** Jock, he in the spot still servin'?
Wait till I pull up in the Maybach with the curtains
Remember, rhyme through the mountains with no service
Had to pick one of my **** up for murder
I can't be in that courtroom to hear that verdict
I believe in God, but I ain't fuckin' with these churches
I told the pastor I was gonna rap and he started smirkin'
That **** took me as a joker, had no faith in me
Now I might pull up to his service with a Wraith with me
He told me, "Give ten percent," that's a big percentage
He said, "I always believed in you"
I said, "No, you didn't, what you doin' for the hood?"
The shit a gimmick, he came and saw me when they shot me
He thought I was finished
I-I-I do it for the trenches
[Verse 4]
I love the Village, I'm tryna die a billionaire
Like I'm Mike Ilitch, I buy the world for my mama
'Cause I know she love me
My old dude a crowbar, he was movin' sloppy
He can't even be around, he gotta ask about me
And the shit that I've been hearin'
I'm on your ass about it
And I got so many flavors, I'm like Baskin-Robbins
Ask about me in LA, I walk right past Julia Roberts
I don't fuck with top-notch hoes, do I look like Robert?
Swing on me and get killed, do I look like Brodner?
I got a hit off with them Filas, they gon' drop the counter
I got a white boy in the Hills, he only fuck with downers
Wanna arrest me, but them ****, you don't see around me
If it weren't for Instagram, you would never see me
But your bitch in my DMs, she can't wait to eat me
Shit and bitches, bitch had half like a Reese's
Fuckin' with that OGs and Teresas
I ain't fuckin' with no bitches that be leechin'
You gon' be her Cardi B, oh, you Felicia?
You wanna ring you up a bag, I can teach you
[Verse 5]
I don't want the fake love no more
Them **** not with us no more
I don't wanna sip no mud no more
I ain't hoppin' on that bus no more
I ain't hoppin' on that bus no more
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