Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Shorts, artist - Da$h. Album song 5 Deadly Venoms, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hz GLOBAL, Serious Soundz
Song language: English
No Shorts |
V Don |
I can only hear it in the one now |
Oh, nah, I’m good |
Stop fuckin' playin' with me |
Only shit I’m sayin' for the rest of the year |
For the rest of the decade |
Stop fuckin' playin' with me, man |
So, So |
Yeah, Yeah, So, Yeah, So |
No brakes for the stop sign |
Yeah, Yeah, So, Yeah, So |
Take yours and I want mine |
Yeah, Yeah, So, Yeah, So |
No shorts, nigga, on time |
Yeah, Yeah, So, Yeah, So |
Ask your bitch, where the jaw, ma |
Got the money, count it twice |
Rollin' up weed while I’m shootin' dice |
And I’m Sergi’d down, heard me, clown |
Clip hold 15, don’t need 30 rounds |
All these pistols and paper, my pockets bulgin' |
Ridin' 'round gettin' top from a bopper, know it |
Swear I need me a whip where the top is open |
Swear I need me a yacht that’s parked by the ocean |
Never boolin', always trippin' |
Bitch on her knees like she really Christian |
He talk hot, we put slugs in his larynx |
My lil' foreign bitch only speak Arabic |
And I only say facts like that old machine |
I was countin' up hunnids when they was green |
Bodies up in the morgue isn’t cold as me |
I walk up in the spot, your bitch notice me |
Yeah, Yeah, So, Yeah, So |
No brakes for the stop sign |
Yeah, Yeah, So, Yeah, So |
Take yours and I want mine |
Yeah, Yeah, So, Yeah, So |
No shorts, nigga, on time |
Yeah, Yeah, So, Yeah, So |
Ask your bitch, where the jaw, ma |
Yeah, Yeah, So, Yeah, So |
No brakes for the stop sign |
Yeah, Yeah, So, Yeah, So |
Take yours and I want mine |
Yeah, Yeah, So, Yeah, So |
No shorts, nigga, on time |
Yeah, Yeah, So, Yeah, So |
Ask your bitch, where the jaw, ma |
Free Tay-K, but I did the race |
I drink Hen' 'til I’m bent out of shape |
Shit I’m smokin' came from out of state |
Told that bitch, «Don't you get out your place» |
Swear to God, man, I need an estate |
In that backyard, I need her to lay |
I might fuck 'round and mack up the bands |
Tryna fuck on that ho and her friends |
Countin' up bands in a dope den |
In my early days (In my early days) |
Young, wild, and reckless, ridin' wit' a Tech |
Since an early age (brr-brr-brr) |
Tryna get paid, nothin' less or more |
And I’m gettin' laid, nigga, more or less |
Out in Cali with a 9 and a vest |
Set is where I’m at, you know it’s 'bout a check |
Like, bet, bet |