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letra de no love story - tokyo jetz

[verse 1]
i want it back if i ain’t had it in a minute
p-ssy wetter than a boat, i make you think you going fishin’
you be blowing up his phone, make you think he going missin’
and he know that it’s exclusive, all them other n-ggas wishin’
he ain’t never met a b-tch that made me question my position
always been the head b-tch when i’m talkin’, better listen
ain’t f-ckin’ for no dollars, if i want it, i’ma get it
all my b-tches know the drill, if you broke, you better fix it
keep me in the latest and he love it when i’m naked
hate for him to ask if, it’s yours you better take it
eat the cake like anime, betty crocker if you mean it
like i’m sweeter and he sour, gotta kis sit ‘fore you beat it

[chorus]
know b-tches turned wife, wearin’ vickie’s playin’ house
know b-tches living with they mamas, takin’ d-ck all on the couch
waist small like a doll, where the f-ck is ken at
i’m lookin’ for him when i meet him, ask him where his ends at
he ain’t got it, he ain’t poppin’, tell me where his friends at
we be f-cking, this a movie, where the f-ck the lens at?

[verse 2]
look, you won’t catch me throwing shade, i ain’t trippin’, love strippers
she don’t take that sh-t off then i ain’t tippin’
i-n-d, n-ggas know i’m independent
what i’m bringing to the table, i’m like b-tch, look where you sittin’
got a baby gotta eat, so i ain’t waitin’ for it
and i ain’t beggin’, if i want it, mama payin’ for it, gimme that
like 30 reasons, they ain’t f-ckin’ with me either
have it ready when i call, don’t need to split up into pieces
my son look just like his daddy, better not act like him
i’m a ghetto b-tch, he know he try me, i’ma fight him
hold him down, he do some time, they lock him up, i may not write him
bougie b-tch, only calls and now this sh-t look like we skypin’
no scammers where i’m from, booster b-tches in a rental
n-ggas sellin’ drugs, the loudest ones never the richest
i’ma keep a secret, least i’m decent, don’t like goin’ on no dates
ain’t got time to be slappin’ pretty b-tches in they place
keep your baby mama sister all her friends up out our mix, tell me this
if i let you eat the kitty, would you snitch?
we come from nothing, kodak couldn’t picture this
you the type to get around a rapper like, “big bro, let’s take a pic”
he keep tryna drive the boat and i ain’t talkin’ meg
p-ssy super soaker, he say please and i’ma make him beg
plus i wouldn’t mind a threesome with the stallion, think i like it
he told you he don’t eat p-ssy but for me he say he like it
he be turning into michael, yeah, tyson he gon’ bite it
maybe jackson, let him beat it
love my panties, you can keep ’em
[chorus]
know b-tches turned wife, wearin’ vickie’s playin’ house
know b-tches living with they mamas, takin’ d-ck all on the couch
waist small like a doll, where the f-ck is ken at
i’m lookin’ for him when i meet him, ask him where his ends at
he ain’t got it, he ain’t poppin’, tell me where his friends at
we be f-cking, this a movie, where the f-ck the lens at?
he ain’t got it, he ain’t poppin’, tell me where his friends at
we be f-cking, this a movie, where the f-ck the lens at?

- tokyo jetz

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