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no killas - cassette lyrics

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[intro: bill withers]
make a smile for me
lately i’ve been so lonely and
a smile from you might make these blues
a smile from you might make these blues

[fei97]
i fear nothing now except fear itself, uh
tell em my dreams, but they doubt
keep talking soon, i be selling out a show
uh, tables turning now, better know
up is the only road, what are those?
laps on the way home, f-ck hoes
better turn it down a notch, sit back
let life do its thing, take me back on track

big mac here eat that sh-t for breakfast
even at my worst i’m still the freshest
l-st for life, born to die
hit up lana del rey, i’m too d-mn shy
formal dress code, f-ck a suit and a tie
tears in your eyes, say goodbye
sitting in the field and we stare at the sky

[rios]
i just burnt the bridge, i don’t ever trust no b-tch
f-ck old money, rich kids, we just nouveau riche
f-ck a snitch
eating noodles with the chopsticks
red and blue lights gonna make me run quick
china town, dumpling house, whats the word around town
turn down, she gon’ frown, what’s the problem now?
i be heading north like i’m santa claus
and my money coming at a hundredfold

(steady aim for my brain but it ricochet
talk down on my name and you gonna feel the pain)
no k!llas and we and got no rules
and i hate showing off but look what i can do
get into your head and give you déjà vu
ouu, she wanna see me, so we rendezvous
make her pick a place cause i can’t ever choose
overthink way too much but now i overrule
who are the f-ck are you?

[carl the sp-ce biker & pluto88]
yuh
who the f-ck are you?
yuh
who the f-ck are you?
yuh
who the f-ck are you?
uh

[pluto88]
man it’s trap bap, this ain’t boom bap
been awake for 3 days, take a cat nap
move a couple packs, pull a couple straps
got the af1, reflective camo with a strap
cut the cr-p, pop a couple caps
up in this b-tch and we all faded no hats
we ain’t finna pull no gats
get the cheese they call me rat
y’all ain’t nothing on me check the stats

bank got a few 0’s straight facts
pay the tax, pay the dues
got some sneakers, yeah i think they shoes
couple hoes on me they sticking like glue
and we playing all these b-tches like we blow the flute
playing all the tracks out the back of the boot
finna pull a stick but a man don’t shoot
all this jewellery on me i think i got a couple jewels
feel like a dragon, spit flame in the booth, uh

[joslin]
work just finished so i walk to the plug van
face full of powder, b-tch looking like a snowman
cold, warm, you caught me in a storm
grinding from dawn so i lyrically perform
i know you’re in the crowd
your smile makes the skies blue
hear you singing loud, know my rhymes be overdue
turn the screw, turn my life around
doubt

and right about now boys heading out of town
dream of being louder than a couple thousand men
better buckle up then
girl i want snuggling be troubling with a different man
mind travelling
to a place where money be doubling
where the drug man? oh, he hustling
yeah he hustling!

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