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no love - free smoke lyrics

{intro: nolove}
get the feeling out my body like…
nle sh+t!
nle
(dj kid that’s a hit)

{chorus: nolove}
i gotta feeling n+ggas plottin on some hatin sh+t
get my pistol out the shelf, ya we gon take a b+tch
get to bustin, let it squeeze, we ain’t stoppin sh+t
don’t stop and move, bob and weave, better pop that sh+t
i got cold blooded k!llers on my pay roll, they gon shoot without me askin cause i say so
flip that n+gga car, turn into a bagel
shoot a couple more times, make sure his mouth closed

{verse 1: nolove}
i got a call telling me that a n+gga want smoke
new style carbon, with a scope, it’s gon take off his throat
jump in that water, ya it’s hot, my n+ggas uppin the score
catch him slippin at that red light, b+tch he gon fold
drop top, hot box, i like to slam and pick opps
if a n+gga play with us, we gon knock his head off
roll me a blunt, just to smoke, then i nod off
poppin all this perc, i think a young n+gga mind off
n+gga f+ck that, which one of you p+ssy n+ggas playin suspect
walk down on a n+gga broad day, yeah we gon touch that
actin like you gangsta gon get you slept and you can’t come back
hit him with them bullets straight through his mouth, now he can’t talk back, so talk that
ya you like the way them diamonds dance, huh?
{verse 2: nle choppa}
huh? ye?
nle b+tch!
huh? ye?
what i say? nle, you know that the f+ck goin on
aye, ye, aye

and if it’s pressure in this smoke, we gon smoke him like some dope
ima pull up, let it blow, b+tch you already know
and we be schemin, we be plottin, we be fiending for these bodies
if the opps up in the party, then we k!lling everybody
put some pressure on this choppa, b+tch i’m shootin up in silence
free my n+gga angeleese, and free my n+ggas up in wilding
two opps downtown, i hope they post bond
i’m gon k!ll both of em, i might just k!ll the son
these n+ggas scared of me, they see my face, i swear they gon run
the murders make a n+gga happy cause we do this for fun
and so these dead p+ssy n+ggas keep on plottin on me
james harden, choppa, cause i keep that rocket on me
big grape up in this b+tch, you can’t stop a g
if you not a crip, you can’t touch my body and my tops
this sh+t is facts, and that sh+t is real
for my n+ggas that i k!ll, i’ll do a hundred some years
spin again, spin again, spin again, spin again, spin again
if it don’t k!ll you, ima shoot the shoot, then ima hit the friend
spin again, spin again, spin again, my n+ggas just comprehend
spin one more, two times, spin three times, ima k!ll the friend
{outro: nolove and nle choppa}
ye, aye, nle you know how we comin n+gga
nle the army, the navy, anything you wanna do, don’t play me
bullets burn em like some gravy
i ain’t even gon cap, i ain’t even gon say much
that glizzy tucked, if i up, ima bust bust
ye, whaddup, b+tchass n+gga
nle sh+t
know what the f+ck goin on, n+gga play, oh yeah, get put on a t
in the middle of the street
b+tch!

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