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dubba-aa - no reason lyrics

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no reason
[intro]
oh yeah (ayy)
yeahhh
see i’ve been wanting this all my life
doing sh-t for no reason (for real)
look at how this sh-t changed up dubba-aa (ayy)

[hook 1: dubba-aa]
cashed out on a new whip for no reason (yeah, yeah)
i tell these n-gg-s get a bag, they hate me for no reason (yea, yeah)
i’m from a place where n-gg- take ya life just to get even (yeah)
if a b-tch shows her true colors boy you better believe it (better believe it)
b-tch i’m double cup leaning, i should be a activist (ay)
if i shoot my shot guaranteed that i won’t miss (nah)
n-gg-s talk down, but they tryna ride my wave (ay)
balling hard ever season, doing sh-t for no reason

[verse 1: dubba-aa]
richard mil perfect timing (oh yeah)
diamonds make a b-tch blinded
trying to ride with the game (oh)
but don’t ever cosign it
bad b-tch says anything but i know that she lying
but i lied to her to, i just want her to ride it
all these diamonds make you feel some type of way
she’ll do whatever for the fame, talking whips and chains
i just want ya brain baby girl you can keep ya name
i thought you need this sh-t before its apart of the game

[hook 2: dubba-aa]
cashed out on a new whip for no reason (yeah, yeah)
i tell these n-gg-s get a bag, they hate me for no reason (yea, yeah)
i’m from a place where n-gg- take ya life just to get even (yeah)
if a b-tch shows her true colors boy you better believe it (better believe it)
b-tch i’m double cup leaning, i should be a activist (ay)
if i shoot my shot guaranteed that i won’t miss (nah)
n-gg-s talk down, but they tryna ride my wave (ay)
balling hard ever season, doing sh-t for no reason

[verse 2: sp-ce jam bo]
i was broke now there’s ice on my neck
talking stupid swear to god you get wet
look at me ma straight of out of the jets
in the hood shooting ball with no net
now i’m with dubba-aa in a vet
same hoe use to dis me now they sweat
you ain’t talking money than text
ar ear drumming no flex
we gone pull up and knock that boy block off
get the money than ride with the top off
use to be in the hood with my socks off
now i’m f-cking yo b-tch getting my rocks off
say these know i’m the one
chain hitting all up in the sun
f-ck 12 we be running for fun
all in hollywood with my gun

[hook 3: dubba-aa]
cashed out on a new whip for no reason (yeah, yeah)
i tell these n-gg-s get a bag, they hate me for no reason (yea, yeah)
i’m from a place where n-gg- take ya life just to get even (yeah)
if a b-tch shows her true colors boy you better believe it (better believe it)
b-tch i’m double cup leaning, i should be a activist (ay)
if i shoot my shot guaranteed that i won’t miss (nah)
n-gg-s talk down, but they tryna ride my wave
balling hard ever season, doing sh-t for no reason

[outro]
cashed out on a new whip for no reason
these n-gg-s know i’m the one



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