waka flocka flame – love me no more lyrics
[verse 1]
they love you when you up but they hate you when you broke n-gga
where the f-ck was you when i was sleeping on the floor n-gga
back in ’09 put the game in a choke n-gga
real sh-t and rappers took notes n-gga
time to k!ll this waka can’t rap sh-t i ain’t no joke n-gga
they like where you been in the booth cooking c0ke n-gga
came back crack i just hit it with a fork n-gga
y’all must’ve forgot that i’m still a new york n-gga, squad
i done changed the whole f-cking sound of rap
all of these other n-gga just a bunch of copy cats
shout out to khaled for making this hot song
but now that i got on it it’s going right in the body bag
n-ggas ain’t gangsta most these n-ggas feminine
fronting like they hard but we knowing that they impotent
what you trying to sell n-gga i don’t buy that [?] sh-t
every thing a lie nothing real in their sentences
i got real n-ggas in the jail serving sentences
b-tches want to know what’s going on i always send them pics
always answer all their calls they just want to reminisce
and talk about the feeling the first time a rollie hit my wrist
before the deals moving weight like fitness
but feel in love with rap money cause it made a n-gga rich
first they love you then they don’t, why you hurting n-gga flip
but when you on they want to come around and reap the benefits
they ain’t believe in me they said i wouldn’t hit i’ll miss
look at me now i got a middle of december wrist
how you haters feel now bet you didn’t picture this
shopping sprees every day no reason for a christmas list
and it got me started now i got to finish it
its mines cause i bought these n-ggas just renting sh-t
these n-ggas just talking, me i’m really living it
we used to eat ramen now its steaks for the dinner dish
pull up in that ghost like everyday is halloween
these n-gga jealous just like the celtics all these n-ggas green
thank god for the blessings and the real ones in my team
balling like the spurs in the finals trying to get a ring
n-gga you don’t want no problems unless you a mathematician
i suggest you don’t bother, try me if you want to
you get boped like a father
my aim is on track like a martyr
real rap bang sayonara
speak with my actions i ain’t ever been a talker
never on the bench since a youngin was a starter
blood gang real write n-gga i’m an author
really with the sh-ts like nino and the carter
squad
who these n-ggas sleeping on not me i ain’t no mattress
d-mn, timmy bad, you was an actress
forever counting money i got a money habit
still the same n-gga only thing that changed was my address
squad
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