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letra de no love - $kinny bragg

[pre chorus]
they never loved us at all
they never loved us at all
they never loved us
they never loved us

[chorus]
they never loved us at all
f-ck n-ggas talk
real n-ggas listen
no love for these b-tches
no love for these n-ggas
ain’t got sh-t but hate and some slugs for these n-ggas
don’t know where her mouth been
so no i won’t kiss her
try me i ride with that pistol
ya’ll never loved me admit it
f-ck you and whoever came with you

[interlude]
and dammit that’s just how it goes
solid n-ggas turn to hoes
all you n-ggas do the most
n-ggas actin like my bro’s
is you a friend or a foe?
n-ggas is losin’ they souls
time is gone slowly expose

[verse 1: $kinny bragg]
she ride my d-ck with no seat belt
i used to get all of my straps off the deepweb
i used to just wanna f-ck that b-tch
finally f-cked that b-tch
and dammit that sh-t wasn’t worth it
$kinny bragg satan fully loaded herbie
don’t try me i bust in a hurry
need a bad b-tch look like jennette mccurdy
can’t make sh-t shake you a f-ckin mcflurry
ridin around in that whip and it’s tinted
you can’t see my face like i’m ms sara bellum
all of yo n-ggas be tellin
most of my n-ggas is felons
they might crack ya melon
i used to ride round through the city with nina so much
that my b-tch had got jealous
let a dyk- try me boy think it’s a game
imma box her just like the rebellion
skinny n-gga if i step on a scale
i’m two hundred and twelve because my name hold weight
if a n-gga talkin’ like he want beef that’s all he gotta say
even though i just ate there’s some room on my plate
open door policy in my crib
but no room for the fakes
and no room for mistakes
and my n-ggas gone eat while you n-ggas say grace

[verse 2: slack]
my family don’t love me
my b-tch she don’t love me
the sh-t’s kinda funny
gat to your tummy
turn you to a mummy
that’s just how it goes
after i get some money i’ll stop loving hoes
my daughter’s mother wants to be my foe
call her raven but she looks like a crow
talkin’ sh-t and we can fight at the show
yo -ss is gr-ss and you ’bout to get mowed
b-tch get the f-ck out of my face
b-tch get the f-ck out of my place
my heart is giving me adrenaline
my heart is breaking no benjamin
my b-tch like my dealer she loves me
but only when i got the money
she all on my back
until i grab a mac
i’ll attack when a b-tch makes me grumpy
alone every night ’cause i can’t leave myself
i might be out of jail
but my heart’s in a cell
and my mind is in h-ll
but my d-ck’s in yo b-tch
pardon my language
i can’t p-ss a l!ck
but i’ll p-ss her to bragg
and he p-ss her to jaei
and he p-ss her to -beep-
and then right back to me
love isn’t real get that sh-t through your mind
and i promise you’ll have a much happier life

[verse 3: jaei the nomad]
all of these bodies i drag
red dot j-pan flag
on to x’s like the mag
f-cked yo b-tch i used a magnum in em
shady like eminem
venomous cryptic mysterious
villainous villanova
drunk yesterday and i still ain’t sober
f-cked her i see her act like i ain’t know her
what would you do for a check? yeah
me i might come for yo neck. yeah
what would do for a check? yeah
yo b-tch gone give me that neck
i’ll put yo main hoe in check
checks and balances
cutting these d-cks off vasectomy
i am too royal for challenges
i got hoes that’s contortionist
she take the whole d-ck no portions b-tch
you walkin’ round lookin’ unfortunate
pockets on unproportionate n-gga
and yo b-tch gone take this d-ck
gaggin on it make her sick
dogs gone f-ckin’ sic
like they f-ckin’ michael vick

[interlude: $kinny bragg]
f-ck yo apology
f-ck i do wit an apology
f-ck you n-ggas ya’ll all doubted me
i got real ones and b-tches surroundin’ me
f-ck yo apology
n-ggas is plottin’ on stoppin’ me
i got real ones and k!llers surroundin’ me
so the scene gone get nasty like cottage cheese

[verse 4: $kinny bragg]
sensitive as f-ck everyday
shout out to trinidad james don’t be safe
i’m just tryna get my head straight
i’m too small to be carrying dead weight
baby all that i wanted was for you to give me some head
but you gave me a headache
f-ck these b-tches yeah i said it
these blogs want to get poetic
but if i did that sh-t it would be synthetic
should have just cut yo -ss off
but your ego i fed it
slander my name to your friends
but get under my skin i won’t let it
n-ggas under pressure
n-ggas get to sweatin
silence on the strap
n-ggas helen keller
i don’t need a strap
b-tch don’t give me dap
i want my one o one like rockefeller

[chorus: $kinny bragg]
f-ck yo apology
f-ck i do wit an apology
f-ck you n-ggas ya’ll all doubted me
i got real ones and b-tches surroundin’ me
f-ck yo apology
n-ggas is plottin’ on stoppin’ me
i got real ones and k!llers surroundin’ me
so the scene gone get nasty like cottage cheese

- kinny bragg

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