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letra de show no love - bencobainn

[intro]

yeah..
nigga
flip, flip

[verse 1: bencobainn]

got a pistol in my pocket and the b-tch snug
shoot a nigga one time, two for good luck
like “pew pew”
got a new beretta
all this blood money man i got a vendetta
man, i shoot a hater in the eye like “pew”
now he got a eyepatch like a f-cking pirate nigga
aye
niggas always wanna be that type of nigga
but you the type of nigga that type a nigga

[hook]

grind all day every 24
even if i got it i’ma get more
had to learn how to use the trigger finger
cause niggas always plottin’ on niggas
i’ma show no love
show no love
show no love
i’ma show no love
i’ma show no love
show no love
i’ma show no

[verse 2]

dive in that pussy like a dirty dish
provided my service like “hi come again”
man, i’m too f-cking rich
man, i’m too f-cking rich
said it two times
cause i’m two f-cking rich
i don’t got time for you f-ck -ss nigga
i don’t got time for you snitchin’ -ss niggas
man, f-ck around you gone get lilo-and-stich’d
and you gone be riding in my pistol whip
i swear these rappers ain’t never shit
man, i’m pissed off and you full of shit
i swear they think i don’t notice shit
but they gone notice when i pull up 30 clips
niggas be asking to get in my circle
like nigga my money grown and you gotta curfew
y’all niggas ain’t never seen no commas
but y’all the same niggas who always running from us
they say talk is always cheap nigga
but i be having conversations with my bank teller
and i tell her i’ma be right back
you should call me johnny
cuz i’m f-cking with the cash
f-cked a few white b-tches like miley or madonna
i’ma young rich nigga only f-cking in designer
i’m the nigga
man, i spit like it’s ten summers
i even got the devil asking me for ice water
i ain’t finna show no love like a virgin
i got real niggas saying preach like i’m spitting sermons
fake niggas throwing shade like secret service
keep on f-cking with me i’ma give you that pistol service
all i see is green like a forrest
like, go forrest, run, run, go forrest
godd-mn, nigga we way up
i don’t owe nobody so you niggas better pay up, b-tch

[hook]

[verse 3]

man, everybody call me freeway
got a trap phone and the shit prepaid
man, that thing ringing
and all my birds they singing
all my hotlines blinging
and all my choppers singing
and i ain’t even into gun talk like that
unless you really into conversation

[hook x3]

- bencobainn

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