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no love lost - luxury trav lyrics

intro
niggas do what ever for the team
elite gang we the new regime
it only gets better
we only getting better

[verse 1: luxury trav]
goyard for that trunk and bag
fly shit yea we come from that
keeping up with people be the reason you ain’t bouncing back
brother he would pitch the wrong sport to bring that corner back
ducking niggas dodge cases i learned ain’t no life in that
new york baby, b-tch i sound like i got timbs on
plan b for that parent hood shout that nigga faizon
told me she don’t fuck with dudes like me, dudes like me
what you mean she said “i don’t trust no nigga with them jeans”
got some bad spending habits i can’t give up not a cent
keep it quite when i’m around these niggers this my way to vent
couple chicks they ain’t even mine tell me i ain’t shit
she don’t know i done lost my feelings gave em up for lent
get the owner tell him that we caught a check we good to go
tell the waitress hold the sparkles tryna attract some different hoes
when it come right down to money you gone see whose friend or foe
when i come right down to money separate your wives from hoes
you don’t know

[hook: deon young & luxury trav]
all that hating can’t be good for ya
i wish nothing but the best for ya
all that hating can’t be good for you
i wish nothing but the best
only for my niggas imma ride never ever pick the other side
ain’t no love lost
only for my niggas imma ride never ever pick the other side
ain’t no love lost

[verse 2: luxury trav]
women ain’t a issue got stallion stable flawless
we ain’t got to borrow always got that shit regardless
before you come from left field
please make sure your shits right
your wifey loose up in the city
you might want to hold tight
she just wants to be around
she tired of the fakers
808s up in the stu
she told you text her later
everybody losing friends looking for that seinfeld
i can’t worry about them niggas just make sure that mines real
dearly beloved, these niggas want fame
could never comprehend they logic these niggas is lame
realize people treat how you allow them to
understand this shit is real my nigga this ain’t malibu
my seventh sense i can see who ain’t got seven cents
ignorant as fuck i remember scheming on that bent
game done everybody tripping off they ex box
cause ain’t no adapting to all these new thots

hook

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