lelo (usa) – no contempt lyrics
[intro]
yeah
ignore that lil’ feelin’ in your gut, you know i treat you good
yeah, ignore that lil’ feelin’ in your gut, you know i treat you good (ayy, yeah)
[pre+chorus]
don’t call me no dreamer, this a real bag
she a ten, i can’t call her “b+tch” ’cause i’m gon’ feel bad
young turnt n+gga, out of money, so i feel fast
she put that celine on her waist, so she feel sn+tched
[chorus]
thousand dollar jeans, they distressed, so they feel thrashed (yeah)
it’s a n+gga dreams gettin’ pressed when that seal crack
and she put that lil’ feelin’ in your chest, n+gga, heal that
yeah, yeah, all my n+ggas older (yeah)
she want me to make it just to f+ck me in that rover (ah)
i get so d+mn fly, these b+tches ask me for atonement
my n+ggas played about my mama thinkin’ i condoned it
[verse]
my fit k, different funds got me innovatin’
i need to smash this b+tch so f+ckin’ bad, i’m irritated
and i get growin’ pains, so i get guap to mitigate it (yeah)
he ain’t never seen no rain, he is not my imitator
yeah, i done really made this sh+t from nothin’, i’ll show a n+gga
she read all them self+help books, think she know a n+gga
every shot i made was full court, i been scorin’ different
every shot he take was from that wreck, he ain’t got no attempts
you be beggin’ for it, she tryn’ give me face with no contempt
if we say it’s war, then it’s up, we can’t make no exempts
we can’t have no goofies in the spot ’cause we exposed ’em
she grab me off my shoulder, left my jacket with a rose tint
[pre+chorus]
don’t call me no dreamer, this a real bag
she a ten, i can’t call her “b+tch” ’cause i’m gon’ feel bad
young turnt n+gga, out of money, so i feel fast
yeah, yep
don’t call me no dreamer, this a real bag
she a ten, i can’t call her “b+tch” ’cause i’m gon’ feel bad
young turnt n+gga, out of money, so i feel fast
she put that celine on her waist, so she feel sn+tched
[chorus]
thousand dollar jeans, they distressed, so they feel thrashed (yeah)
it’s a n+gga dreams gettin’ pressed when that seal crack
she put that lil’ feelin’ in your chest, n+gga, heal that
yeah, yeah, all my n+ggas older (yeah)
she want me to make it just to f+ck me in that rover (ah)
i get so d+mn fly, these b+tches ask me for atonement
my n+ggas played about my mama thinkin’ i condoned it
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