Correction Paroles No Love par Suga Free

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Hey now, say it now, how do you do?
I am your friendly neighborhood player partner Suga Free
This is my nephew YG
Kick back, relax, and enjoy the f**kin' show

Let me tell you a story 'bout this b*t*h I used to f**k
Lil' mama at the crib so we kept it on a hush
Lil' baby was a vibe, to my life, she was a plus
She just got f**ked and sucked d**k, she ain't fuss
Nasty b*t*h, she goggled the nut
Then she swallowed the nut, I'm like, "That's what's up"
Was 'posed to keep it on the low, but that was hard as f**k
'Cause she the type of b*t*h you pop out with just to stunt
Yeah, everythin' was good 'til it was all bad
The momеnt I ain't buy her a bag, the b*t*h was sad
The momеnt I ain't inflate her a**, the b*t*h was mad
Had the nerve to ask for Bentley with the digital dash
She said if she was with her ex, that's what she would've had
I'm like, "B*t*h, that's your problem, you stuck in the past"
She like, "Never again, you won't get this a**"
Hahaha, hahaha, all I could do is laugh

Ain't no love in the heart of my city
These hoes is Ms. Piggy's, it ain't no love in this town
Ain't no love in the heart of my city
These hoes all about the Benji's, that's why I get around
F**kin' on a R&B singer
But her name don't start with a K, this b*t*h a diva
The b*t*h wanted me to fly private to Geneva
She wanted me to go round two and pick up sneakers
She be on a high horse, treat her like a zebra
She indecisive and I know why, she's a Libra
She be doin' the most like she the sh*t
Found out she couldn't sing without autotune, had to leave her
How you move to Hollywood and act Hollywood?
You don't know yourself, but you know that molly good
Man, I was tryna get you substance
Saw you weren't ready so I made adjustments
Damn (Damn), my other b*t*h don't know nothin' but get the pants
We was outside protestin' for George Floyd
She was inside b***-naked for OnlyFans

Ain't no love in the heart of my city
These hoes is Ms. Piggy's, it ain't no love in this town
Ain't no love in the heart of my city
These hoes all about the Benji's, that's why I get around

Yeah, pimp ain't a motherf**kin' p***star
But I swear to God, sometimes, b*t*h
I f**k the taste out your motherf**kin' mouth
Yeah, I am your friendly neighborhood player partner
Suga motherf**kin' Free
When nobody else left in the world to pimp
I end up pimpin' to me
Hey now, say now
B*t*h, I'm ninety-nine-nine-nine-nine-thousand-nine-hundred dollars away from gettin' me one of them
Uh, b*t*h, don't stand so close to me
Love don't love no motherf**kin' body, n***a
Either you believe these is world hand grenades or you don't
You know what I mean?
Ain't no love (Sh*t), in the heart of my city (Hahaha)
These hoes is Ms. Piggy's, it ain't no love in this town
(What the f**k I look like doin' it for an indictment, an indictment?)
Ain't no love in the heart of my city
(I ain't never got caught with no pimpin', nothin' to do with sendin' notes, b*t*h)
These hoes all about the Benji's, that's why I get around
(Never, never, never)

Pimps don't get caught for pimpin'
They get caught for mispimpin', n***a
And I ain't never mispimped a day in my motherf**kin' life (Never)
It ain't on record, n***a
Suga motherf**kin' Free
Fell in a box of glitter when I was little, motherf**ker
My mama said I've been shinin' ever since then
F**k outta here, ain't no love, b*t*h
Break your heart and do it again, b*t*h
Give me some motherf**kin' money

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