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kt foreign – nolove lyrics

[intro]
raf is in the building

[chorus]
ayy, lil’ b-tch, what’s up?
gotta choose up, come and f-ck with a thug
i can show you how to get it, i ain’t showin’ you no love
only here to get the bag if i’m keepin’ it a hun’
ayy, lil’ b-tch, what’s up?
gotta choose up, come and f-ck with a thug
i can show you how to get it, i ain’t showin’ you no love
only here to get the bag if i’m keepin’ it a hun’

[verse 1]
i be gettin’ all these hoes, need a pot of gold
ayy, b-tch, the bag callin’, so i gotta go
strip talk on these hoes, i just need the dough
make plays, top ten, get it how it go
b-tch, stack it up, money in the bundle
pink fifties, blue hundreds, put it in the duffle
i’ma run off with the bag and i won’t fumble
you be runnin’ from the funk, you want no trouble
i’ma get guap, make it to the tip-top
on the road gettin’ bankrolls, ain’t no pitstop
bad b-tches all up on my d-ck, make them drip drop
see an opp, then it’s on sight, he gon’ get dropped
pull up to the scene clutchin’ on a beam
never know, these n-ggas lurkin’, i can’t trust a thing
i’ma get it with my team, really livin’ dreams
i be ridin’ through my city like a f-ckin’ king

[verse 2]
slidin’ with these bands, glock, tough spot
n-ggas want a fade, we gon’ f-ck ’em up with gunshots
pay me for this pipe, beat it up, baby, backshots
n-ggas say they poppin’ when they not, b-tch, i’m really hot
diamonds in my mouth (bling blaow), where they bustin’ at?
thirty in this clip, catch an opp, i’ma double back
foreign, or it’s wet, or it’s snow, who you muggin’ at?
i bet this tec leave a hole in him like an apple jack
wanna set trip? i’ll leave a n-gga neck stripped
wanna still trip? i’ll show you where your death is
one up top, n-gga, headshot, no leg sh-t
no phone, no networkin’, no fed sh-t
hottest out the city, legendary, i’m a legend
twenty plus off this rap sh-t, that’s a blessing
i’d rather cop a ghost ‘fore a n-gga cop a tesla
and rip him, slide through and i bet ya

[verse 3: mike sherm]
i can’t show a b-tch nothin’
if she get invited, then make sure the b-tch f-ckin’
we could get it bappin’ like an anti-opp function
i need the whole thing, i ain’t takin’ a reduction
i ain’t got no feelings like i’m paralyzed
hit a b-tch off my check like i’m verified
i’m from that area where your shooter’ll probably testify
brodie hit for five bands off a pair of dice
i can show you how to get it
we the money team, no l’s, always winnin’
cudi fresh out, he just beat a life sentence
levels to this sh-t, everybody got limits
geared for the funds and i want all huns
i can’t never cuff a bop ’cause they want all us
put a bag on your head, get a n-gga chalked up
when the ‘gram came out, that’s when these n-ggas got tough, b-tch

- kt foreign lyrics

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