Lyrics no no - ceo@business.net, Lentra, Jungle Bobby

no no

You don’t wanna be me, no
You don’t see me, no
Can’t get past me, no
Can’t get past me, no
You don’t wanna be me, no
They don’t wanna see me, no
Can’t get past me, no
Can’t get past me
Are you cool?
No, no
Are you sick?
No, no
You do tricks?
No, no
You get chicks?
No, no
I got style, yeah yeah
I got stee, yeah yeah
Suck on deez, yeah yeah
My time ain’t free, no no
Dropped out high school (Yeah)
Job lined up (Yeah)
I have no fucks (Nah)
My brain is mush (Yeah)
The bank just called (Ring)
They game me cheque (Yeah)
They took your house (Uh)
Now you’re in debt
Look mama, no hands
I just made a hunnid bands
Runnin' like the runnin' man
Apollo with the sun in hand
Look mama, no hands
I just made a hunnid bands
Runnin' like the runnin' man
Apollo with the sun in hand
You don’t wanna be me, no
You don’t see me, no
Can’t get past me, no
Can’t get past me, no
You don’t wanna be me, no
They don’t wanna see me, no
Can’t get past me, no
Can’t get past me
Kick, push, jump, hit
Button-mash, kill shit
Rich bitch, thick lips
Butt twerk, smashin'
When I get some money I’ma spend it on some dumb shit
Let’s go crazy stupid fuck around and just keep moshin'
Turn the heat on
We might blow up
Can you catch us?
Can you keep up?
Turn the heat on
We might blow up
Can you keep up?
Can you
The fuck, the fuck you mean
Look mama, no hands
I just made a hunnid bands
Runnin' like the runnin' man
Pull up with the sun in hand
Look mama, no hands
I just made a hunnid bands
Runnin' like the runnin' man
Pull up with the sun in hand
You don’t wanna be me, no
You don’t see me, no
Can’t get past me, no
Can’t get past me, no
You don’t wanna be me, no
They don’t wanna see me, no
Can’t get past me, no
Can’t get past me