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ruff endz - no more (remix) lyrics

[rap: cover]
uh, big boy remix
ruff endz, cover, bronx baby
yo yo bust it
your man can trick if he wants to
cover don’t want you
got shorties with my name on the breast
tattooed on they ass too, that’s true
you probably raised with no morals or values
waste no dough is what a thug’ll do
sorry boo, ain’t got no love for you
less with shoes and lemme take things from you
like rings, then think of things to do
nah’mean

[verse 1]
baby, relax, sit back and chill (yeah)
just give me a second and let me tell you how i feel
’cause all around town you’ve been steppin’ out
runnin’ your mouth about
what made you think i wouldn’t find out?
wasn’t i there for you? truly cared for you
maybe my love was just too much
could’ve had it good, now the lovе is gone
and went back to your hood with the 5411’s on
[pre+chorus]
doеs he lace you with the finer things? (does he?)
does he make you wanna scream his name? (make you wanna scream)
does he hit it from the front to back? (yeah)
did you let him break it down like that?
should’ve told me the love was gone (should’ve told me, baby)
never thought that you’d do me wrong (mmm)
girl, i thought that your love was strong
’til i saw you in another man’s arms

[chorus]
no more shopping sprees (no more shopping sprees)
no more late night creeps (no, no more)
no more vip, no more dough
we can’t even kick it no more (can’t even kick it, no)
no more shopping sprees
no more late night creeps (on no more)
no more vip, no more dough (no more vip)
we can’t even kick it no more

[verse 2]
i saw you on the ave’ and i laughed
in the backseat, be spilling henney in his lap
i thought it was me that you was all about
now i’m havin’ doubts ’cause i see you tryna play me out
but when the brother called the crib with beef
didn’t i represent you when i caught him in the streets?
so let me get the keys to lex and no more checks
and no more hangin’ baguettes around your neck, babe
[pre+chorus]
does he lace you with the finer things? (mmm)
does he make you wanna scream his name? (yeah)
does he hit it from the front to back? (oh)
did you let him break it down like that? (ooh)
should’ve told me the love was gone
never thought that you’d do me wrong
girl, i thought that this love was strong (baby)
’til i saw you in another man’s arms (no more)

[chorus]
no more shopping sprees
no more late night creeps
no more vip, no more dough (no more dough)
we can’t even kick it no more (can’t even kick it no more, baby)
no more shopping sprees (sprees) (mmm)
no more late night creeps (creeps) (ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
no more vip, no more dough
we can’t even kick it no more (we can’t, mmm+mmm, woo)

no more shopping sprees (no more, no more, no more)
no more late night creeps (no more, no more)
no more vip, no more dough (yeah, yeah, yeah)
we can’t even kick it no more (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
no more shopping sprees (sprees)
no more late night creeps (creeps)
no more vip, no more dough
we can’t even kick it no more (we can’t even kick it no more)
[rap: cover]
remix, yo yo, bust it
jesus, cover blessed with the visa’s
h+ll no, pocket’s slow
like my ceasar
why trick on you
when i got theresa?
and it don’t take much to please her
a few blunts and a slice of pizza
it ain’t hard to reach her
code 69 whenever i need her
if not, beep shenequa
shorty with the porsche two+seater
hold the chrome sixteen shot heater
a little bit of erica in my life
’cause if i’m not trickin’ you said i ain’t right?
got shorties like rah digga sayin’ his game is tight
we ain’t gotta fund ya ass
i’ll leave tonight and that’s real

[chorus]
(i wanna know)
no more shopping sprees (no more)
no more late night creeps (no more)
no more vip, no more dough (no more, baby)
we can’t even kick it no more (can’t even kick it)
no more shopping sprees (sprees)
no more late night creeps (creeps) (things ain’t the same no more)
no more vip, no more dough (i wanna know)
we can’t even kick it no more (why, why, why, why, why, why)

no more shopping sprees (oh)
no more late night creeps (oh, yeah)
no more vip, no more dough (oh, baby)
we can’t even kick it no more (can’t even kick it no more, baby)
no more shopping sprees (sprees) (can’t even)
no more late night creeps (creeps) (can’t even)
no more vip, no more dough (i wanna know)
we can’t even kick it no more (i wanna know, baby)

- ruff endz lyrics

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