letra de no l‘s - omar101
[intro]
free keen, free phil, yeah
ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
[verse 1]
i just hit a bad b-tch with a bbl (bad one)
no names, i can never do a kiss and tell (never)
f-ck hate, wish him well, anyway i will prevail (i will)
bros ’round me charged like duracell (charged up)
life’s changed, hit booth, i ain’t doin’ stains (no way)
gettin’ money for my voice and i cannot complain (huh)
bro’s got the strains, hit it once, it bust the veins (bust)
old friends changed up, now it’s feelin’ strange (d-mn)
yeah it’s feelin’ mad (yeah)
i put faith in my pen and pad (uh)
i go hard like i ain’t made a bag (go hard)
twenty k for my rollie with the paper tags
old hoes jumpin’ in my dm, they some f-ckin’ hags (hags)
might stack all winter (yeah), spend it all summer (yeah)
give racks to my other, need a milly for my mother (need a milly)
cruise in the x3, not a hummer (nyoom)
he was up, now he’s broke, what a bummer (huh)
[chorus]
no ls, we ain’t takin’ defeat (no ls)
why these rappers always lie ’bout what they do in the street? (liars)
french b-tch and she’s lookin’ petite (bonjour)
see them on the ‘gram spreadin’ what i make in a week (yeah)
no ls, we ain’t takin’ defeat (no ls)
why these rappers always lie ’bout what they do in the street? (liars)
french b-tch and she’s lookin’ petite (bonjour)
see them on the ‘gram spreadin’ what i make in a week (yeah)
[verse 2]
why they stuntin’ what i make in a week? (they’re f-ckin’ liars)
just pulled a cutie with a boujee physique (yeah)
i’m on the backroads, i be movin’ discreet (gang)
find me up in louis or a gucci boutique (ayy)
fame, it depends, i’m just tryna make these ends meet (ends meet)
i be in my suv, they still be ridin’ ten-speeds (nyoom, nyoom)
they was hatin’ on me now these f-ckers actin’ friendly (f-ckin’ clowns)
no-name brands, now we pullin’ up in fendi (fendi)
they ain’t see the vision, then i bet they see it now (yeah)
when we steppin’ in the room, it’s like a hundred thou (bands)
all these b-tches on my d-ck, i tell ’em “simmer down” (huh)
they all wanna be the queen, but they can’t get the crown (never)
[bridge]
yeah, no ls
take an l, take it on the chin
make it right back, get this money
f-ck the rest, gang
[chorus]
no ls, we ain’t takin’ defeat (no ls)
why these rappers always lie ’bout what they do in the street? (liars)
french b-tch and she’s lookin’ petite (bonjour)
see them on the ‘gram spreadin’ what i make in a week (yeah)
no ls, we ain’t takin’ defeat (no ls)
why these rappers always lie ’bout what they do in the street? (liars)
french b-tch and she’s lookin’ petite (oui, oui)
see them on the ‘gram spreadin’ what i make in a week (yeah)
[outro]
man, i keep seein’ these rappers on the ‘gram
spreadin’ like, one, two, three k
thinkin’ they’re pooh shiesty and sh-t
f-ckin’ clowns, ayy
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