Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Country, artist - Fat Joe. Date of issue: 25.04.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Country |
| As I count this dirty money, pray to god we gonna win |
| Ace of spades, sin city, then I’m all in Nigga talking 5, then I front him 10 |
| Kiss the ring, no country for old men |
| No country for old men, no country for old men |
| Ace of spades, sin city, then I’m all in Kiss the ring, no country for old men |
| Jeremy lee and I got that china white |
| Ray charles when them boys come, outta sight |
| I puts the work in that pot yeah, |
| Then watch the motherfucker bubble like the… |
| We’re from the streets that made… pastor |
| Ripping in the kitchen, I’m the base master |
| These niggas dying over red bones |
| I beats the p-ssy up like some headphones |
| Niggas swear to god that they gonna clap him |
| Backy out, ain’t gonna happen |
| Look at me, I’m rocking 2 chainz |
| In that bentley truck, that’s the new game |
| As I count this dirty money, pray to god we gonna win |
| Ace of spades, sin city, then I’m all in Nigga talking 5, then I front him 10 |
| Kiss the ring, no country for old men |
| No country for old men, no country for old men |
| Ace of spades, sin city, then I’m all in Kiss the ring, no country for old men |
| 28 grams in a ziplock, time to hit the block and make that bitch flip flop |
| Gucci flip floss with the polo socks |
| When your girl leave me she needs a… |
| 2 gun game, one is 38, |
| Every time I do a verse, first bought the 8 |
| My first job was in the trap, selling weight |
| Turn 1 to 2, 2 to 4 and 4 to 8 |
| 2 red bone, each with red bottoms |
| Play the feet on the whip and call it nail polish |
| I got a fetish for the doll, nigga eat your zone |
| If money talk you need to put me on the speaker phone |
| As I count this dirty money, pray to god we gonna win |
| Ace of spades, sin city, then I’m all in Nigga talking 5, then I front him 10 |
| Kiss the ring, no country for old men |
| No country for old men, no country for old men |
| Ace of spades, sin city, then I’m all in Kiss the ring, no country for old men |
| Cocaine magic white rabbit out the hat |
| I ain’t talking apple when I’m pulling up the mac |
| With that ready rock, call me betty clock |
| I’m at the 44 where I aim choppers |
| Smoking purple leaf, right by forest projects |
| No… chop your body up on 40 bucks |
| With 30 chainz on, I’m a blogger dream |
| Hit jersey flip the work back… |
| I don’t work out, but shawty love my sport car |
| I have niggas light up your crib for like 4 bars |
| Young nigga shining like I rock the… |
| Bout 100 on the piece, 50 on… |
| As I count this dirty money, pray to god we gonna win |
| Ace of spades, sin city, then I’m all in Nigga talking 5, then I front him 10 |
| Kiss the ring, no country for old men |
| No country for old men, no country for old men |
| Ace of spades, sin city, then I’m all in Kiss the ring, no country for old men |