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lil durk - no label lyrics

[intro]
dy krazy
ayy, it’s so crazy ’cause i made this song off another n-gga feelings
know what i’m sayin’? what he going through with his b-tch
know what i’m sayin’? he actually one of my dogs
know what i’m sayin’? so, here you go

[verse 1]
we ain’t talk in a minute, so don’t hit me up
and i mix my feelings with prescription drugs
when i fell to my knees, you ain’t pick me up
when i was down on my back, you said i ain’t rich enough
and we ain’t talk about no s-x ’cause you ain’t get it up
and i don’t want you to suck my d-ck ’cause you ain’t spit enough
you an ungrateful lil’ b-tch, said i ain’t spend enough
you told me you want your -ss shots ’cause you ain’t thick enough
i’m in the trenches with the sharks, i ain’t have a heart
some nights i ain’t wanna talk, i left you in the dark
you was lurkin’ on my page, you became a narc’
you was writing b-tches back, that sh-t went too far
and i carried you on my back like i ain’t have a car
you was kinda mad i hang with murderers
b-tch, you instagram famous, but you not a star
instagram famous, but you not a star

[chorus]
b-tch, i made you, took you out the hood and i saved you
while them other n-ggas tried to play you
b-tch, you ungrateful, b-tch, you ungrateful, b-tch, you un—
i ain’t want a label, i ain’t want a label
i ain’t tryna be your friend, or your man, or your husband
i don’t want a label

[verse 2]
you steady throwin’ your p-ssy, but i don’t want none
i got a wife, so after me you gotta f-ck von
then ikey, then booka, then it’s more fun
i kick her out sl1ck as h-ll, tell her, “store run”
i know a couple divas, that’s still a secret
the b-tches i made eat it, you would not believe it
this sh-t was never easy, i move strategic
me and two, three singers, we had a threesome
back to back, f-ckin’ back to back, off the perky
back to back, told her all them lies, i was perfect
always tryna run the streets deep, i was thirsty
gotta watch my back, a lot of n-ggas tryna hurt me
that’s why i keep my .50 and my .30
n-ggas ain’t on sh-t, they washed up, detergent
big backwood, sat back and burned it
i’m better, hot like a furnace, yeah

- lil durk lyrics

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