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letra de “no love zone” - milo savage & jb binladen

[verse 1: milo savage]
we slidin’, rollin’, f-ck n-ggas who hidin’
p-ssy-ass n-ggas can’t hang, they duckin’ the ridin’
f-ck these hoes frontin’, they lie and they dyin’
snakes in the grass, all these n-ggas be lyin’
grabbed a new stick, that b-tch got some kick
if a punk n-gga talk, we gon’ make it quick
f-ck your block, we spin, leave that sh-t sl!ck
n-ggas think tough, now they gettin’ hit thick
b-tch n-gga run, we gon’ put him in dirt
f-ck your friends, your homies, they ain’t doin’ work
amiri jeans, my drip gon’ hurt
f-ck your chain, your shoes, my flex gon’ smirk
pulled up broad-day, that hoe gettin’ smoked
f-cked up his day, now that n-gga choke
we takin’ they plug, we robbin’ they dope
ain’t no mеrcy, b-tch, i ain’t gon’ joke
n-ggas be weak, thеy pockets be broke
try to play us? we leave you in smoke
fill up the clip, every shot gon’ provoke
f-ck your life, we turn your sh-t into smoke

[verse 2: jb binladen]
i’m passin’ that brick, you ain’t one of us
f-ck a fake n-gga, b-tch, we don’t trust
black mask on, f-ck the law, they fuss
n-ggas talk tough, now they dyin’ in dust
heard you snitchin’, that hoe got no luck
try to run from us, we gon’ blast your f-ck
f-cked up your day, now your homies stuck
f-ck your crew, your block, your little plug
we slide through fast, leave your ass in the mud
50 rounds deep, n-gga, blood in the flood
we takin’ they loot, we don’t give a f-ck
n-gga be broke, we just stackin’ our bucks
your b-tch wanna ride, but she stayin’ stuck
f-ck your talk, that sh-t won’t save your luck
opps in the street, they can’t face the cut
[verse 3: milo savage & jb binladen]
first n-gga move, he get hit in the chest
f-ck your homies, your gang, they all gon’ rest
we runnin’ the streets, leave the opps depressed
f-ck your hood, your block, we own the rest
n-ggas so broke, they ain’t passin’ the test
we leave ‘em ghosted, they sh-t depressed
try to play hero? f-ck that, we blessed
n-ggas so fake, they can’t handle the stress
we takin’ they bags, we don’t settle or rest
blood on the floor, f-ck the rest
we in the zone, leave your life compressed
opps get chalked out, f-ck the rest

- milo savage jb binladen

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