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letra de no love - clyde the mack

[hook: yhung to]
she want a n-gg- all alone now
cause she probably heard a n-gg- know i’m on now
she gon’ let me hit it to my song now
i used to want you h-lla bad but i don’t now
these n-gg-s ain’t gettin’ no trust
these b-tches ain’t gettin’ no love
gettin’ no love
she just want to f-ck with a thug
fly n-gg- can’t f-ck with no scrub
peace givin’ no love

[verse 1: daboii]
roll a thot with that glock he’ll blow some
and i can’t hold yo’ hand b-tch i hold huns
n-gg-s never shoot, takin’ pics just to hold guns
stock hold 20, see a op shoot the whole dub
talkin’ out yo’ neck, we’ll leave him with a neck brace
bro let the tech spray, shoot til that tech break
empty out the clip, let it rip til his neck break
hit a n-gg- b-tch tear it off til the bed break

[verse 2: mike sherm]
same rappin’ n-gg- f-ckin’ hoes with no mixtape
she ain’t got that check so i gave her -ss that x shape
break her back til that lil b-tch need a x-ray
f-ck a pic, i’ma give her d-ck and make a s-x tape
she said she love me, is she kiddin’ me?
i can’t trust a hoe she probably f-ckin’ with my enemy
play her like i want her, f-ck once now she’s history
back door, never show a b-tch no sympathy

[verse 3: lul g]
tech sh-t, tech sh-t
uncle say we techin’ sh-t
40’s get to clappin’ sh-t, bodies in the bag and sh-t
i don’t wanna hold the b-tch hand, you can have the b-tch
flexin’ thousand dollar kicks cause i ain’t used to havin’ sh-t
old b-tch was a 7, need a 10 not an average b-tch
slim waist, big booties on some rice and cabbage sh-t
me and her catch a n-gg-, lacking get to packin’ sh-t
40 make a n-gg- lean and i ain’t talkin’ actavis

[verse 4: clyde the mack]
stupid -ss hoe in my mix tryna go through my phone and f-ck up my money with my other b-tch
i’m on the corner bustin’ knots like it’s ’94
call from the max he got the quarters, halves, and the wholes
tony starks when it comes to that iron
n-gg-s turn p-ssy when that copper gets to flyin’
out on bail, i ain’t goin’ back to jail
slap the wisdom teeth out the b-tch mouth for my mail

[verse 5: g-bo lean]
i be that n-gg- g-bo
the one them suckas love to hate
my shooters menace to society larenz tate
eatin’ out here, somebody bring a dinner plate
ice cream scoopers, b-tch i’m bustin’ like a tre 8
balenciagas on the toes, no need for f-ckin’ tims
b-ballin’, they shoulda’ had me on above the rim
keep me a bottom b-tch that’s nasty like lil kim
ice shine bright even when the f-ckin’ light’s dim

[verse 6: southside su]
b-tch, let me get up on some p sh-t
she get the cheese day and night like a swing shift
told her hit the blade, ten toes to the cement
thought i was yo’ n-gg-, dumb b-tch you was dreamin’
man, you know how this game go
she eat the d-ck now she talkin’ bout a sore throat
i need bread, big loaf, i ain’t talkin’ toast
let’s take trips, book flights, go coast to coast

- clyde the mack

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