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no.use - bet lyrics

(verse)
i got some news. i’m comin’ through. y’all gotta move, b-tch
get out the way. i’m gettin’ paid (paid). ain’t plain with the moves
i’m here to stay. swerve in the coup. you’re here to lose
no hand to play. goofy and fake (fake). you know u a kook
sippin’ the juice all f-ckin’ day. rippin’ the scoob all to the face
don’t know ‘bout you, but it’s in my veins. i’m from the cruz, right by the bay
(ay) and that’s how we do. y’all could never hang. bangers on a loop
i can’t complain. i’m a f-ckin’ goon. i got the yay – got yo b-tch too
(got yo b-tch) and i’m gonna shoov (shoov). nothin’ you can do (oo)
you wish you could too. she been shwooped by the nouse (shwoop)
call me lime, like the citrus (citrus). been lyin’ to mrs. and flyin’ out b-tches
i give em the d-ck and then i fly out their sisters (shh)
i must be a kid ‘cause ya boy got the tricks when he spits
on the shitses, and i got the fixes – text the plug ‘cause my bev’ chasin’ fifthses (shmacked). never drink mixes. only take pulls till i black. it’s just business
yuh, and i’m full of shit but i’m ‘bout to clean house like i did all the dishes

(chorus)
ya, stackin’ these racks
uh, rappin’ on slaps
uh, nothin’ better to do
so it’s in with the nouse, out with the scr-p
ya, closin’ the gap
uh, next on the map
uh, securin’ the bag to do
lines off her -ss while she countin’ my cash
bet

(verse)
(woah) and i know that you think that it b-mps in the south, but i just threw up in
my mouth. figure out a better sound. no one can hear what the f-ck you be talkin’
about. fact: this isn’t rap. this is a slap in the face to the craft
it’s a whole ‘nother cl-ss of adolescent trash. it’s what girls listen to to get back their dad
gr-ss. weed out the wack. it’s time for the artists with bars to come back
lyrical competition and the plaques ‘stead of sacrificing the former for the lat’
(hack) and i’ll take the flack ‘cause i know that one day i’ll be swimmin’ in br-ss
(splash) this ain’t a act (nuh). set my mind to the task when i hop in the cab
(vroom) pushin’ the gas to the floor. tunnel vision. got my foot in the door
(h-llo?), but life is a bore. i want a porsche – f-ck on the porch. i just
want more, more, more – pussy galore. hopin’ to score me some wh-r-s. if i
put work on your beezy, that’s word to g-eazy, like “oops! ain’t know that was yours.”
i gotta find me a down to f-ck girl then put my nut in her cheeks like a squirrel
(yikes) callous disregard for the baddies. they’re bratty but i’mma just give ‘em the pearls
(snipe) alright i’m a cad, but she let me pipe from the back every night. i got
booty on my mind. i see booty when i close my eyes

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