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letra de no love - gloc17

[intro]
(dancing is what you do)
(dancing is what i think of you)
(dancings what clears my soul)
(dancings what makes me whole)
(dancing is what you do)
(dancing is what i think of you)
([?] on the beat)
(eheheheheh)
(dancings what clears my soul)
(dancings what makes me whole)

[verse 1
ain’t no love in this sh-t (ain’t no love in this sh-t)
so what i’m gon’ give you my all for? (give you my all for?)
i put the hood on my back like a jersey (on my back like a jersey)
who the f-ck imma call for? (who the f-ck imma call for?)
they said i’m questionin’ god, but i gotta ask why you takin’ my dog for?
like d-mn, what is it to offer?
choppa hit em, he got the [?] up
all the drank imma beat the hoes walls up
in time there ain’t nothin’ imma fall for
tote a switch, i don’t do the revolvers
f-ck the media nd’ f-ck all the bloggers
i ain’t beefin’, we got problem solvers
got to switchin’ like d-mn we dog bro
standin’ tall, ain’t nuthin’ imma fall for
ain’t no love, imma give it my all bruh
loss [?] man, it f-ck with my feelins
heart damaged, don’t think it get no healin’
groupie hoe, man i don’t want no dealin’
(don’t speak on lil bro, its a k!llin’)
got [?] on my glock like i’m in this
[?] got my self with the spinnin’
headhuntin’, i ain’t cried in a minute
when i drop, n-ggas know that they finished
eyes low in the coup, got me paper chasin’
cartier, i can’t see none of these haters faces
roll the watch, starvin’ time; i’m just bein’ patient
close to cold with these jays like i’m immigration
know i’m sh-ttin’ on these n-ggas like i’m constipated
spots [?] my dog like a dalmatian
nab a four, pop a [?] like a f-ckin’ haitian
smoke this hoe, get this drop; we need information
n-gga actin’ like b-tches, be in their feelins
junky hoes, i ain’t f-ck em; they penny pinchin’
rappin bowls in the trap, like its f-ckin’ [?]
blood stain on this shirt like he had a period
pour a four, got me swervin; f-ckin’ with my vision
choppa sangin’ sad songs like a new addition
everywhere that i go, got my shooter with me
guess they can say that i’m finally livin’
he said block, tryina score me a triple double
always know i was gunna be a mother f-cker
jin 5, 22; i ain’t with the scuffle
up the glock on the boy, make him keep a shovel
i ain’t goin’ for sh-t, gotta move better
choppa hit him, now he in a news letter
chasin’ bricks, tryina get me some new cheddar
(chasin’ bricks, tryina get me some new cheddar)

- gloc17

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