Correction Paroles No Love Pt. 2 par Tony Shhnow

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Now Imma give yall n***as a gem
And this sh*t, you better take your heart out your chest
(Major on here, f**k n***a)
Put that motherf**ka' in your back pocket
This sh*t bidness' n***a (big business)
(You're minor, we're major)
It's kill or be killed n***a
You could be eatin' n***a
Yeah
n***a we just in time for the summer, n***a
(I really like to use cash)
(DJ Yung Rel, wake these f**k n***as up)

If you see me in the club I don't wanna dap you up
I got it on me in the mall, you should know I keep it tucked
I'm getting head from your b*t*h right now cause' we don't give no f**ks
Keep that stick, it hold me down, I up this b*t*h and say it's up
He mad as f**k these b*t*hes going, we gon' go inside that trunk
Roll that n***a like a Backwood, let it dry then light him up
I'm the heartbeat to the streets, but I still won't show no love
(DJ Yung Rel)

She said boy you so affectionate
Counting blue and green, but I never check my messages
Counting hunnids', getting brain, she show me intelligence
Hit her for a hour, kick her out, she swear I'm arrogant
Come home girl, next get blown like a terrorist
Call my young n***a, he got babies, live to surrogate
Stripes on me american, with foreigns on me too
If you see me out in public, you know me, I don't know you
Everywhere I keep that fire, so if you see me it get cool

Yeah this sh*t hitting though
We gon' keep dropping sh*t like this
You know, back to back, classics n***a
n***a we do this sh*t everyday
Real street music, quality trap music n***a
DJ Yung Rel, we major
Tony Shhnow the eskimo
We brrr yo' b*t*h, n***a
Hoe up or blow up
Mildew or barbeque, b*t*h
Yeah we do this sh*t
It's simple man, yeah
(We major)

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