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letra de no labels - ry'lea

[verse 1]
i tried to call that b-tch the mrs, we ain’t cl!ck enough
all them phone calls she was missing, she ain’t pick it up
i was feeling optimistic, now a n-gga stuck
thought our vibes was really hitting, we ain’t kiss enough
now we no label, and that pistol, wanna pick it up
i seen you drink a couple times, guess we ain’t lit enough
if i had seen you one more time, i wouldn’t mess sh-t up
but now it’s f-ck you, thought i loved you, cupid f-cked sh-t up
i ain’t gon lie, i used to wish that we could just restart
it’s crazy how beautiful b-tches rip your mind apart
i guess i’m used to it, my back is filled with h-lla scars
i know it’s hard to give the world, when you don’t have a heart
i gotta move on to them bigger and them better things
like all our conversations talking bout a wedding ring
look me up, just look me up, you wanna hear me sing
just don’t hate me cause i’m balling like a masquerade

[chorus]
no label
i hope this song doesn’t change you
like my rackades girl it’s easy to replace you
just give me credit girl i made you (i made you)
ain’t appreciate the things that i gave you
no label
just know a n-gga ain’t gon’ chase you
all the things we could’ve did, but i ain’t make you
i put the truth all on the table
and to be honest, guess i’m fine without a label (fine without a label)

[verse 2]
you told me you would always be the biggest fan to me
you told me that you had a plan i was your man to be
you told me you want me to for-fill all your fantasies
you told me you want me to f-ck you like you mad at me
said i was playing, i ain’t take you to the turf with me
we stopped texting know that sh-t hurt to the 3rd degree
but you ain’t pull up on my block, sit on the curb with me
and if i handed you this glock, were you gon’ merk for me
you got scared, you just seen my flag, girl it’s okay
hold my pain, this bullsh-t i can’t take it to my grave
diamonds on, but i can’t wear a chain, modern slave
hoodie on, i can’t f-ck my braids up in the rain
i always spoke to women but i never cheated
no, i didn’t answer my phone, but for a better reason
i always been woke, i ain’t a n-gga dreamin’
i’ll remember where i come from, but a n-gga leaving

[chorus]
no label
i hope this song doesn’t change you
like my rackades girl it’s easy to replace you
just give me credit girl i made you (i made you)
ain’t appreciate the things that i gave you
no label
just know a n-gga ain’t gon’ chase you
all the things we could’ve did but i ain’t make you
i put the truth all on the table
and to be honest guess i’m fine without a label (fine without a label)

[refrain]
i made you
fine without a label
fine without a label

- rylea

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