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chunk - ain't no love lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m sure a lot of hoes know that i get around
so don’t lounge around in town or even try to clown, ha!
i went to school with a lot of filthy gold#diggers
dirty work, even pregnant, or just burnin’ n#ggas
scandalous hoes, try to steer a n#gga wrong
givin’ up that black slit to get a quick grip
for instance if i’m gamblin’ at an outta#town prix
hood rats all on my nuts startin’ funk with my new meat
where, if i’m back in the hood, they don’t even speak
and if you go out on a date, that’s why i’ll never treat
gotta have money, fresh gear, and a flip car
you ain’t got that? well, n#gga, you ain’t gettin’ far
and if she’s from another hood, homie, watch your back
keep your strap, cuz hoes’ down for plottin’ jacks
i can’t stand shady hoes, man, they make me sick
they all tricks, so it ain’t no love, b#tch

[hook]
is it love?
ain’t no love, b#tch
is it love?
ain’t no love, b#tch
is it love?
ain’t no love, b#tch
ain’t no special type of hoes, yo, they all the f#ckin’ same
is it love?
ain’t no love, b#tch
is it love?
ain’t no love, b#tch
is it love?
ain’t no love, b#tch

[verse 2]
thought about this one that was supposed to be my lady
hmmpf! the hoe was shady, she went and had my homie’s baby
turnt around and asked me to be the godfather
so she could be up in my face trynna get some dollars
i let her know, i ain’t the baby’s daddy, hoe
so you can juice the next n#gga for his wad of dough
ever since then, i learned not to give a f#ck
about a b#tch if she’s down on her luck
so what? you’re supposed to be down for your fiancee
but you’re caught up in that he#say, she#say
and that he#say sh#t can mean a world of trouble
you lay it down, you come f#ckin’ with me when i bubble
and it’s a shame how these hoes try to run game
they all the same, ain’t a motherf#ckin’ thing changed
so i remember, be a true g and stack grips
and make hips, cuz it ain’t no love, b#tch

[verse 3]
i see the same old routine up in that epa, man
hoochies will remain to be groupies, that’s the game plan
and i don’t understand why they, like, hook themselves up
for some n#ggas that don’t even really give a f#ck
n#ggas only want the c#ck, i guess you know that now
cuz you done gave it up to practically the whole town
and i could never be that sucker to be played, trap
you got used, and l!cked like a blue chip stamp
take that sh#t back over the ramp cuz you some dirty work
and dirty work is just another comeup when your pockets hurt
scandalous#ass hoes havin’ babies, but whose is it?
i’m hittin’ skins but to my homie you just won’t admit it
come on home with a smile and an ultrasound
and at the liquor store every night gettin’ tore down
and you’re scared to let his mom see the kid
cuz you’re knowin’ deep down that his mom know it ain’t his
that’s why i don’t need a lady, i just stay solo
before one of these hoes make me throw a bolo
i just kick it with the homies and remain to be a young pimp
cuz it ain’t no love, b#tch

is it love?
ain’t no love, b#tch
is it love?
ain’t no love, b#tch
is it love?
ain’t no love, b#tch
ain’t no special type of hoes, yo, they all the f#ckin’ same
is it love?
ain’t no love, b#tch
is it love?
ain’t no love, b#tch
is it love?
ain’t no love, b#tch

is it love?

- chunk lyrics

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