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wrld tour mafia - no means no lyrics

[intro]
uh
[?] checkin’ in

[verse 1]
once again, i’m sippin’ lean in public
i sent lil’ bro to florida, grab the giffies out the publix
she ain’t get the pole gone, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout the nuggets
n+ggas [?] dummy, all the bad b+tches love it
i’m just havin’ fun with her, how you mad that ain’t your woman?
tell her man i be hit it out the city in the mornin’
ain’t no [?], got a b+tch sellin’ steak, eatin’ [?]
that’s that n+gga that they say be gettin’ a pape
doin’ that used to rock a bape, h+ll nah, he don’t wear cape
they switched on me like [?], that’s why i’m takin’ all the steak
i’m takin’ everything, if it ain’t mine, it is not
n+ggas pullin’ finish moves, blame it on them gettin’ high
[?] canada dry, ain’t sippin’ on no pie
[?] like you [?], hit him with that fire
he wanna be me, think he my son, mauri said that’s a lie
the streets is gettin’ hot, i took it to the booth but i don’t like the music scene
all these rappers is so bool
runnin’ out of sh+t the age, [?] on my booth
i built you couldn’t do it, take a walk in my shoe
i’ve been addin’ to the bank, he comparin’, he [?]
i ain’t have to sign nothin’ ’cause i get it ten ways
[?] my young n+ggas crunchin’, that’s what really made my day
how we know you y’all in the function? we can smell you smokin’ spray
been countin’ then we f+ckin’, s+x, i just [?] doctor jewlery
i’m makin’ sure the dcotor straight, if you know, you know
a b+tch can’t call his phone, [?] get rid of the ho
send you on the section, [?], no means no
vibin’ with fine sh+t, told her blow me slow
[verse 2]
i’ll catch a body, beat that b+tch up like i’m d. dot
sent the pack to bro, told that n+gga poke up t dot
made man, i’ll send a hit off of my rooftop
every since the ‘demic, i done peeped these n+ggas peons
and we the ones puttin’ that sh+t on with no rap deal
deal want it then he takin’ it, rich steal
got no words, but i’m ridin’ with a switch steel
game on wide, i’ma shoot that b+tch like buddy hill
i’m ray j, discover hoes and i rock ’em first
these more mill droppin’ merch, you could’ve copped a shirt
quit tryna put b+tches on you, it’s not gon’ work
[?] bust a slob on telegramy with a wobby verse

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