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letra de no way - oncue

[verse 1]
f-ck who the man on campus
godd-mnit
cause years i famished
i know i didn’t, but i think god planned this
i hope he planned this
yeah, i’ma make jams til i get a hologram
and a sister named janet
i’m an honest man, i’m a poll1ck fan
so i treat the face like the canvas, oooh
but it’s all about the loot
when i fell off, friends went poof
(still) money on my head when i nearly had no roof
but these girls think i’m cute from my hat to my boots, thank the lord
they ignored my tooth, cause of what i do in the booth
ain’t that the f-cking truth
reincarnation im the proof
who the h-ll dumb enough to let me loose
i don’t drink goose, i like me bourbon
hands 10 and 2, but i like me swerving
i don’t like lanes, so i broke the curb in
this much vision is more like a burden
yeah, i’ve been saying, i’m super saiyan
since i wrote the bangers, down in the bas-m-nt
with the panty hoes over the clothes hangers
even back when cory was trying to smash the topanga, yup
yeah, why you so suprised, huh?
now i need hummus on my rider
sh-t, i moved to the city
brought my day ones with me
f-ck the world except my momma
you can’t tell me no different
i don’t play with these flows
nor the sh-t that i’m spitting
and these women got a hard time sitting
cause i beat that kitten like i’m fresh outta prison
you know it

[pre-hook]
know we been through some sh-t
know we been through some sh-t
dad done poofed and split
and bro done dipped
then the booth got lit
let me talk my sh-t
let me talk my sh-t
yeah, you ain’t gotta sell your crib, no, momma
you ain’t gotta sell your crib, you ain’t gotta sell it, no, no

[hook] (x2)
i ain’t gon’ stop till i get it, no
i ain’t gon’ stop till i get it, no
i ain’t gon’ stop till i get it, motherf-cker
nah, i ain’t gon’ stop till i get it, no way

[verse 2]
now we on to something
or we just on something
honestly i don’t know, i really can’t tell
then just f-cked with running
oh, you thought i was fronting
oh, you thought i was bluffing
honestly man it’s nothing, i’m about to raise h-ll, aye
just cause you rap all fast
don’t hide the fact you ain’t sayin jack
what you think this is motherf-cka
can’t look back, pops was on crack
it’s just that this life ain’t a pic-a-nic muhf-cka
living down on chapman street
plotting on a masterpiece
back when they use to laugh at me
now i’m to send those to the master suite
yeah, the same white kid with a new york fitted on
pants too big that’s when i got sh-tted on
name too big now you singin’ to a different song
pants too tight so these hoes wanna get on now!
then zav moved me out, then he drove me down
cause the homies hold me down
with a few bucks to my name look at the sh-t i figured out
im’a make my momma proud right now

[pre-hook]
[hook 2x]

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