Testo No Love - YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Testo della canzone No Love (YoungBoy Never Broke Again), tratta dall'album Decided
Ay, this ad-lib right here (say, "Thug Life")
Yeah (check out my Diddy Bop, ya heard me?)
(Oh yeah)
Slime (ay, ay, YoungBoy)
(June, you're a genius)
Slatt, slatt
Pressed by my life, my interview be the booth
I got my head on steady, goin' in, I can't lose
Just want your love to be genuine, I'm the one that you use
And I won't change for anything, I give it all up for you
But if I ever let my feelings past, baby, then I'm through (then I'm through)
And I won't never leave, but if I catch you with another man
Baby, then I'm through (oh yes, I'm through)
'Cause I been caught up countin' up (count up)
And baby, I don't need no love (don't need no love)
I just want money and some drugs (some drugs)
I'm turned up in the club (club)
Blow through the ceilin' with my thugs (bitch, blaow)
They know that I don't give a fuck (wow)
Plus I'm strapped up, who wanna play with me
You know them killers stay with me
We screamin' out, "It's first degree"
I come up banging in them streets
I'm here and I won't never leave
My blood runnin' down my sleeve
My feelings change with the trees
My heart covered down with lean
I'll never choose you, won't admit that I'm right (won't admit that I'm right)
Them hoes wanna just be you, they tell you leave out my life (leave out my life)
They tried to make me leave you 'lone, but I said, "Fuck it, we fight" (man, fuck it)
I'm on a road, tryna figure who you fuck wit' at night ("Hey, where you goin'")
But I say fuck it, prison taught me better, turn up rock out with that metal
You sneakin' 'round with these niggas, I guess that, that nigga better
Try my hardest not to hit her, know you think that I'ma kill her
If you leave, I ain't got nobody, I better not catch a nigga with her
'Cause in the streets nigga, we bang for our life (we bang)
For you, I risked everything, I feel like I paid the price
If you ain't happy, I ain't happy, I just want make it right (want make it right)
I'm taking 20 pills a day, might overdose through the night (let's pack)
Don't wanna talk 'cause I don't know (I don't know)
How the fuck can I live alone? (Yeah)
Don't wanna talk before you came, I was down
How the fuck can you leave me 'lone? (Yeah)
On the block with that dog food, truck comin' bop-bop (let go)
Police comin' (wee-do-wee), where the fuck to run now? ("Fuck")
D. Dawg run down on a nigga (12), stick 'em up like lay it down (bitch, that been)
Bitch, that been my girl from the jump, you play, I'm layin' down
'Cause you know, I'll never let 'em disrespect her (no)
On my own, I been balling on another level (another level)
And I'm gone, I'm sendin' hits, they think that I'm a devil (I'm a devil)
On the road, nobody left, I done brought all my niggas (gang)
Pressed by my life, my interview be the booth
I got my head on steady, goin' in, I can't lose
Just want your love to be genuine, I'm the one that you use
And I won't change for anything, I give it all up for you
But if I ever let my feelings past
Baby, then I'm through (and I will never lose, I will never leave you)
And I won't never leave, but if I catch you with another man
Baby, then I'm through (and then I'm left confused, oh well)
'Cause I been caught up countin' up (count up)
And baby, I don't need no love (don't need no love)
I just want money and some drugs (some drugs)
I'm turned up in the club (club)
Blow through the ceilin' with my thugs (I'm with my thugs)
They know that I don't give a fuck (that's right)
On the block with that dog food, truck comin' bop-bop
Police comin' (wee-do-wee), where the fuck to run now?
D. Dawg run down on a nigga, stick 'em up like lay it down
Bitch, that been my girl from the jump, you play, I'm layin' down
Ay, bitch, don't tell me none 'bout her, what you mean?
Ay, long as I don't catch her with no nigga, I'ma stay this
I'ma stay loving her the way I love her
And the day I do catch her shit, then I'm through
What it is, nigga? Fuck
Ay, 'cause I ain't worried bout nothin'
There's somebody outchea finna love us all
But if we can't be in no relationship with this person and make it work
How the fuck you gon' go be in another one and make it work?
It's the same thing
(Truck comin' bop-bop)
(Yeah)
(On the block with that dog food, truck comin' bop-bop)
(Wee, where the fuck to run now?)
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Writer(s): Michael Ferguson, June James, Kentrell Gaulden
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