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no love & yung cub - role model pt. ii lyrics

[intro: yung cub]

ayo i just drank a fifth of burnette’s you dare me to drive?

[verse i: yung cub]

i’m out this b-tch
sittin’ all you f-gs down who can’t stand for sh-t
i’m drunk on cris
callin’ up ya sis at night
oh god i hope that she answers it
my team fast, like them jamaicans get
if you got what i want then b-tch i’m takin’ it
think you know how crazy get?
well just last night had a asian b-tch
in a stolen rental whip playing tonsil hockey with my stick shift
if you can’t keep up that means i was getting my d-ck l!cked on i-26 by the waitress who you had to ask if fried rice was extra b-tch
don’t come at me with that disrespectful sh-t
cause if i sense an ounce a hate in your tone your face and my fist is making a connection
which will leaving you second guessing why you even stepped in this party without a crew and a vest maybe a few duffel bag with a few techs in it
cause when it becomes evident
that cub and no love is in your mothaf-ckin residence
that girlfriend of 5 years leading us to your bed and sh-t
so we can get head in it
this beat might be em’s but i’m gonna try to deaden it
so them rhymes in your head start leakin’ as soon as i’m beheadin’ it
i don’t even rap this sh-t is a hobby
next week i’ll get bored and start textin’ b-tches probably

[hook: yung cub]

cause i ain’t a role model x2
f-ck doin shots hand cub the whole bottle
i ain’t a role model x2
f-ck doin shots hand cub the whole bottle

[verse ii: no love]

i’m outta my mind and stuck in it
might spit like ak and say f-ck lyrics
nah f-ck that, imma murda this beat
any rapper spittin’ sicker never heard of him g
sh-t, i might pull up in a church van
and drive around the county sprayin’ eric church fans
i got the heat like melissa mccarthy
gimme a mike & molly b-tch i’ll show you how to party
i’m f-cked up as my life is
sharp as my knife is
i didn’t write this
i just woke up covered in cold blood
with this sh-t playin’ over & over & oh f-ck!
i think cub just plugged this dumb sl-t, fun stuff
now we diggin’ prolly til the suns up
shoot up the gun club
gettin’ my junk rubbed
lock me up again, shoulda never been uncuffed
i’m higher than the pregnancy rate here, i’d stay clear
i rape b-tches and f-ckin hate queers
not really, just kiddin it’s fate dear
let’s have a date, go to the lake, bet you’ll be safe yeahhh

[hook: no love]

i ain’t a role model
i don’t do shots b-tch hand me the whole bottle

- no love yung cub lyrics

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