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No Name
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Past 7 Days
No Name was discovered most frequently in the first few seconds of the song during the past week

Lyrics

So uh, Thomas you ain't gon' give me my props huh?
Hear me and hear me, good
Yeah they call you the Hitman
Well I got a call from Sugar
He calls you the Get Hitman
Mitch Scott chameleon
Well maybe you acknowledge my skills when I kick your ass
Don't confuse fast food with meals cooked off the home stove
A roast wrote, nothing but dope quotes in the goat notes
It's Lux and these all my children
Wash you with O-Soul, grown folk cut it out
I'm sharp still, the slow poke
Hope floats, you was on a row for a showboat
Ball game then I touch down, they move the goalpost
They ain't make the A, set the camera
The GoPro don't know if you people are deaf but he is so-so
Crybaby wipe your mascara
All the brats get addressed and they soft girl eras
War, terror when I'm on it
They telling me you blogging but I heard you making bread
No festival what they called it (But you winning teddy bear)
Yeah, carnival cotton candy
I park you for my amusement, this really was never fair
Ride out, we not clear?
Bet it, I'm too poetic
Better least have something for me, I'm a whole legend
ARP on your behalf, why he in my phone records?
Talking like he got the other half
Y'all could both catch it, low effort
Like he get a bag, you get bodied
Y'all could spirit, all the rooms blue with a soul separate
Smoke section (Ease)
These **** talking in no position
Told the coalition, solo mission
I'm going fishing, what's the total missing?
He is where you off, Homer Simpson
You ain't the only one had a boss bitch, so did Benson
What's the business?
Coogi rap, road to riches
Time to close the distance, we sending shots
Prohibition, you snap a lot
Square, Polaroid, hold that image
Yeah, picture you in a box
He think he photogenic, know your limits
Hollywood, you ain't joking 'round
Get broken smiles, stay in your lane
That's an open foul, golden child
Scared of that growing crowd, turn rolling loud
Stage full of hooligans, smack down and hold it down
Probably in a limo, y'all didn't get the memo
Said I was looking for you but not how I got the demo
Verb jumped on that plane, you was not there at the intro
This that stockroom work, first the model in the window
You's a bimbo, put what Timbs on and get it jumping
You forgot? We saw you in Chaz, what you dunking?
**** fronting, we ain't them and he ain't him
Not at all, but your new shit tough as cotton swabs
Dropped the ball, you talking 'bout stealing **** rhymes
You said healthy? Vegetable stick, that's nitty lying
You not the witty mind you think you are
Shrink your yard, tall claims 'bout the kingdom's y'alls
When the ring is ours, being fake is fatal
They be faithful to Lane Stable
Then it's Cain and Abel, Mercury Sable
Or keep that bass in naval
Watch your tone 'cause a Hitman played on the table
Like my man is saying, he got a lot on some basic cable
I can't wait to slay you running that stat script
We active, victory for you is a past tense
You been ass since, bragging
Clearly couldn't tell you who your last win
Do hitmen start thinking that they assassins?
Yo, calm the fuck down
Why you even playing with this little boy like that? (Pause)
You know this ****'s a chili chunk dipped in sucking sauce man
Leave this **** alone would you?
Nah bruh
It's when the white sheets ain't the papers in the press folder
I gave a little exposure like a Vegas deck holder
That was a love tap, but you started with the best closer
Now I got the AI step over Mook leftovers
Listening to guard rap
And the Hitman ain't been delivering on his contracts
Stat about, taking talent out
Holla you fool, he proves to y'all he got a hot delivery
The Lux he just carry out
While you mentioning all the money that's rolling in
Tell 'em what they do to you kids at Nickelodeon
You be breaking like the first day of spring
I guess now we know why the Nicolas Cage bird sings
And as the ship sails
Like Kehlani making folding chairs, holy heads
They giving polar bears the solar flares
Oh we here, dropped the movie with the musical
Next watch party we gon' throw is at your funeral ****
Written by: Kamillion, Loaded Lux
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