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lil' vonta - no love in my city lyrics

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he was talkin’ that tough sh+t online, till i caught his ass lackin’ and upped in his face
told that lil’ p+ssy, “apologize now,” or i’m sendin’ his mama his body in crates
i don’t f+ck with no goofies, i run wit’ them demons, my youngins’ll eat off yo’ plate
he was flexin’ that chain on the ‘gram, now he callin’ my phone, tryna get it replaced
i just finessed me a hooper, he paid me a rack just to sip on some fake act’
half of these rappers be cappin’ in songs, they don’t even be where they claim they be at
one of the opps tried to run, but them hollows too fast, left his dumb ass flat
i can put that on gang, these lil’ n+ggas ain’t slidin’, they only be postin’ for stats
n+gga, you ain’t never bust no pole, you ain’t let sh+t clap
i ain’t sendin’ no funds in my name, lil’ bro trippin’, he murked him a rat
i don’t even trust these b+tches, they settin’ up n+ggas, i ain’t gettin’ trapped
feds on my ass ‘cause a goofy got clapped, but i don’t know sh+t ‘bout that
ain’t no real steppers sayin’ you real, boy, you just a f+ckin’ actor
we don’t talk on phones, if i need it done, my youngins gon’ get sh+t clappin’
they know when i step, it’s a closed casket, he ain’t gettin’ a f+ckin’ napkin
put a switch on the glock, now that b+tch got a seizure, it shoot like it’s f+ckin’ spazzin’
how you say you got bodies, but n+gga, you still ain’t dropped sh+t?
how you say you the man in yo’ city, but you ain’t even on top, b+tch?
how you gon’ tell me who i should beef with, when you never shot sh+t?
how you gon’ flex a lil’ ten+piece, then blow it all on a thot, b+tch?
i was a wayne fan, but i was seein’ red, i ain’t never been no martian
put a beam on the chopper, it light up his face like a f+ckin’ party
i ain’t gotta send a hit, i got k!llers who’ll do it for fun regardless
name the top five b+tches, i had all of ‘em suckin’ me up at the party
i ain’t sayin’ no names, but i know one of ‘em was probably yo’ bm
that’s on my grave, lil’ b+tch, yo’ soft ass ain’t never gon’ see them
how you gon’ slide on me, when yo’ scary ass couldn’t even slide on dm?
i seen a real k!ller at work, he ain’t even blink when he leaned in
i ain’t never see you up no stick, i ain’t never see you pop no sh+t
i ain’t never hear you say nothin’ real, but i heard you told them, “stop that sh+t”
if you post where you at, we gon’ pop up quick
if you flex that lil’ pack, we gon’ rob that sh+t
man, the n+gga i love’ll get hit up wit’ you
see, brody a demon, he gon’ up wit’ you
i don’t gotta pay for a body to drop
they do it for free, they love the issue
you the type to talk crazy on twitter
you the type to get shot over captions
bro got out for a misdemeanor
now he back ‘cause he caught him a savage
you put a switch on a nine, but you don’t even know how to aim
keep talkin’ that sh+t on the net, we gon’ leave yo’ face on a chain
you know vito, he the one with the two sticks
you know shorty gon’ leave yo’ roof split
why the f+ck you ridin’ with a new clique?
same n+ggas you wit’ be on cool sh+t
i done mixed my wock’ with some blue sh+t
and that b+tch at the crib gettin’ too lit
n+gga, you ain’t never did sh+t, stop the cap
i can tell by yo’ eyes, you ain’t built for the trap
no love in my city, you play, you get clapped
no love in my city, you play, you get wrapped

- lil vonta lyrics

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