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letra de no love lost - kane frost

[intro]
(808 mafia made this sh-t bang)
i went and called this b-tch “no love lost”
long live my brother, he smoked your weak-ass cousin
i’m in this b-tch, .50 on my hip, you n-ggas don’t step like my clique
(kane frost, why you so heartless, n-gga?)

[chorus]
they like, “d-mn kane, did they book you for a body?”
i know some opps wish they did, ’cause these choppers get sh-t sloppy
foenem came and grabbed me, left the station in a blacked-out ‘rari
i know an opp, he got sent up there, ain’t no way i’m dying sorry

[verse]
go!
youngest turnt n-gga, no love for b-tches, just racks and bl!cks
new cartiеr on my wrist, but i’ll still take a risk, get a n-gga hit
if the drop right, wе gon’ spin that sh-t, hop out gang, we don’t miss no l!cks
.30 clip stickin’ out like a d-ck, i don’t gotta c-ck it, just squeeze that b-tch
y’all know we the reason n-ggas missin’
like j3 got hit, they ain’t fix him
like dre ain’t run fast enough, so they clipped him
f-ck mike, he got left in the system
taytay and bo tried to run, but they tripped, both of they goofy-ass died in a whip
skrrt got his dumb-ass homie flipped, tryna use his name like we ain’t with the sh-t
two n-ggas died tryna snitch, they ain’t get a pass, got smoked like a zip
been gone for a minute, but i ain’t forget
came home, got right back on that tip
go!
go!
my brother died chasin’ a check, your brother died runnin’ from lead
y’all get robbed, we take respect
[?]
can’t hop in this car if you ain’t got no aim
hit the main one right in his brain
long live twan, we gon’ get sh-t stained
if you can’t take the smoke, n-gga, stay in your lane
i got my name from sprayin’ them things
f-ck a chain, i’m in love with pain
he blew his pole, but that n-gga lame
go!
go!
[chorus]
they like, “d-mn kane, did they book you for a body?”
i know some opps wish they did, ’cause these choppers get sh-t sloppy
foenem came and grabbed me, left the station in a blacked-out ‘rari
i know an opp, he got sent up there, ain’t no way i’m dying sorry

[outro]
i ain’t goin’ out like that
n-gga
i ain’t goin’ out like that
i ain’t goin’ out like that
n-gga
i ain’t goin’ out like that
free my lil’ bro, he ain’t sayin’ sh-t
on folks grave
(dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun)
(hahahahaha)

- kane frost

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