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letra de no love - ybs skola

[intro]
(cornell)
(up north)

[chorus: ybs skola]
i can’t show you no love, my n-gga, you don’t grab enough
fifty thou’ on a pendant, i ain’t even gotta talk, it’s sayin’ enough
first ones in my town, better ask around, i do this stuff
put your mans in the ground, keep playin’ around, doin’ stupid stuff
pull up, park the dually truck, got somethin’ off call of duty tucked
i still ain’t forgot where i came from, i’ll serve a n-gga a qt
i pray tron go pull it off, i swear i’m waitin’ on duney
i keep it goin’ for the ones ain’t here, i feel like that’s my duty

[verse 1: ybs skola]
h-lla pounds in the b-tch crib, hold it down if it get weird
if you ever get interrogated, stay solid, don’t get scared
i ain’t goin’ for the cap, yeah, this a nice bag, but the weed mid
see me and don’t say nothin’, i ain’t tryna hеar what he said
shoot some sh-t like clint, chasin’ monеy somewhere out the way
hit, then caught my flight, told her i gotta get back to the a
what i made tonight, i pray that i could make it every day
my n-ggas gettin’ rich behind the wall, they jammin’ paper cake
if i don’t get that frontend, just forget about it, i ain’t comin’
lil’ b-tch from the ‘raq just told me that her favorite player drummond
i was in the trap before i hit the stu’, i had it jumpin’
i ran through some racks, but put ’em all right back like it wasn’t nothin’
[chorus: ybs skola]
i can’t show you no love, my n-gga, you don’t grab enough
fifty thou’ on a pendant, i ain’t even gotta talk, it’s sayin’ enough
first ones in my town, better ask around, i do this stuff
put your mans in the ground, keep playin’ around, doin’ stupid stuff
pull up, park the dually truck, got somethin’ off call of duty tucked
i still ain’t forgot where i came from, i’ll serve a n-gga a qt
i pray tron go pull it off, i swear i’m waitin’ on duney
i keep it goin’ for the ones ain’t here, i feel like that’s my duty

[verse 2: money jake]
i spent fifty on my pendant, i spent fifty on my cuban
got me paintin’ b-tches like star faces, they might just think i’m cuban
my n-ggas hate me on the low, but motivated by my music
for blue faces, i go stupid, like chrisean, i’ll leave you toothless
i got bands and i got hoes, i got some bros that’s scammin’ pros
i love when n-ggas talk that sick sh-t, got some bros that wipe your nose
i ain’t never drop a dime unless it’s ten thousand on clothes
they want this motion, they can’t have it, i ain’t choose this, i was chose, ayy
thank god i ain’t poor no more, it’s racks all on the floor
ap on your boy, i go shedeur, had less, but gotten more
posted by that corner store, already rocks and dimes of raw
the type to be on the block one day, then the next day, i’m on tour, look
n-ggas better stop the stuff ’cause i’m the type to call your bluff
the guys i got that’s poppin’ up the type to fill john hopkins up
my plug, he called me, got it all, but these n-ggas ain’t got enough
my block be runnin’ out of stuff, but never runnin’ out of bucks

- ybs skola

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