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letra de you get no love - e-trap

[intro: haddaway, e-trap, & rally da 3’4″]
love, love
love, love, love
it’s a little too late to say that y’all are sorry now
ya kicked me when i was down
but what ya say just
don’t hurt me
don’t hurt me, no more
prompt flash, mate
no more
love
yeah

[verse 1: rally da 3’4″ (haddaway)]
no fairs on me and grow a facial beard
but it’s “god the villains,” get a girl out ’em
yeah, my nerve’s a bowl, but you know nothing ’bout them
been to heaven in peace, i can show you pictures (love, love, love)
i’m fallin’ clouds, i’m smokin’ air
married to my girlfriend, but she made her cards
that’s why my cd’s are full of stupid glass
and my cable boxes are made of electronics
yeah, i think about more than i forget
but i don’t go around fire expecting not to fight
and those shobos know i lay ’em down, bake a cake
ya’ll try to kick me while i’m down, i’ll break your neck
dollars outweighing problems on a triple fourths
i’m sticking to the strange, y’all are missing snacks
yeah, be nice or be nice at it
right, i got my stick, semi-rallymatic
yeah, put a finger in her mouth, so i guess it’s god what they say
i’m higher as grip, up, up and away
bruh, i’ll come down in a couple of days
alright, you want me up in the gate?
then i’ll come out in straight mode
i got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the m code
i’m rally da 3’4″, guys and i’m in rest mode
all about my bread, but i don’t even check the pinpoint
so you can keep bustin’, but won’t hit me up
no love lost, no love found

[chorus: e-trap, rally da 3’4″, both, & (haddaway)]
it’s a little too late to say that y’all are sorry now (love, love)
ya kicked me when i was down
but what ya say just don’t (hurt me)
that’s right, it don’t (don’t hurt me)
and i don’t need ya (no more)
don’t wanna see ya (no more)
ha, you get no (love)
ya showed me nothing but hate
ya ran me into the ground
but what comes around goes around (yeah)
and i don’t need ya (don’t hurt me)
that’s right, ya don’t (hurt me)
and i don’t need ya (no more)
don’t wanna see you
ha, you get (no love)
no! (no love)
no! (no love)
no! (no love)
ha, ya get (no love)
no! (no love) no! (no love)
and i don’t need ya (no more)
get them!

[verse 2: e-trap, rally da 3’4″, & both]
i’m still alive again, more alive than i have been
in my whole entire life, i will
see that girl’s ears just perk up as i began to expose with the pen
and i’m a little bit yelling than most
heck’s gonna get thick again, they say the competition is staff
but i get a hard toe from this feet now stick it in
i ain’t never giving up again
caution to the nose, complete profit
look at those artists, how i treat ’em
so why the heck would i join ’em when i beat ’em?
they call me a freak, ’cause i like to
spit on these shobos ‘fore i eat ’em
man, get these whack lil’ suckers off stage!
where the heck is z-trap when you have him?
sn-tch the mic from ’em, i’ma let you finish in a minute
yeah, that rap was tight, but i’m
’bout to spit the greatest verse of all time
so you might want to go back to the club tonight and, um
scribble out them rhymes you were gonna spit
and start over from scratch and write old ones
but i’m not afraid that it ain’t gonna make no difference
when i rip this stage and tear it in half tonight
it’s an rush to feel the bass thump
from the place all the way to the parking lot, fella
set fire to the mic and ignore the noise
you can see the sparks from cold metal
come home, from the day i toppling
the game, my soul started to lie, fella
when i’m not even in my bas-m-nt
you can still get roasted, ‘cause e-trap is mellow
’til i’m toppling from the top, i’m gonna start
i’m standin’ on my monopoly table
that means i’m on top of my game
and it don’t stop ’til i make trap beats anymore
when you’re so good that you can’t say it
‘cause it ain’t even bad for you to sound cr-p anymore
people just get sick ‘cause you spit
these fools can’t move or dribble drops anymore
and you can never break the names
you’ll never fast the momentum at any moments
i’m ’bout to cry, you’ll never take my stuff
spinning the floor, slow venom
and the opponents are getting no mercies, mark my words
ain’t letting up, relentless, i smell blue
i ain’t done, keep going the base
where was you when i fell and needed help up?
no loves

[chorus: e-trap, rally da 3’4″, both, & (haddaway)]
it’s a little too late to say that ya’ll are sorry now (love, love)
you kicked me when i was up
but what ya say just don’t (hurt me)
that’s right, it don’t (don’t hurt me)
and i don’t need ya (no more)
don’t wanna see ya (no more)
ha, you get no (love)
ya showed me nothing but hate
ya ran me into the ground
but what comes around goes around
and i don’t need ya (don’t hurt me)
that’s right, ya don’t (hurt me)
and i don’t need you (no more)
don’t wanna see ya
ha, ya get (no love)
no! (no love)
no! (no love)
no! (no love)
ha, ya get no love (no love)
no! (no love) no! (no love)
and i don’t need ya (no more)
ha, ya get no love (love, love)

- e trap

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