Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Deal , by - K$upreme. Song from the album Flex Muzik 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 26.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Management
Song language: English
No Deal |
| Okay, yup, okay, yup |
| Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, okay |
| Breast milk, like I drop milk |
| Pull up in the bat, oh, yeah Mobile |
| Put the nigga so ill, like roadkill |
| Shoutout nigga 'preme tho, got no deal |
| Bust down my wrist, I got no deal |
| Shoutout to Boat, for the boy you know I kill |
| Glock on my hip, that’s a big steel |
| Send my young nigga go do a drill |
| Beat up the pot, I ain’t cooking no oatmeal |
| These niggas flaggin', football drill |
| Out of Neiman Marcus spent a big bill |
| Feeling like a carcass, that boy killed |
| Diamonds out the water, like they grew gills |
| So I’m gon' float yeah, like Root Beer |
| Bout to catch a body, get a tat tear |
| Boss like Ross but I, don’t eat pears |
| Can’t have one bitch I need two pair |
| Walk inside Prada I need me like two pairs |
| Drip on that nigga, that young nigga too rare |
| Fucking that bitch like a motherfucking bear |
| Broke that bitch back and I yank at her hair |
| Smoking Gelato, put dope in the air |
| I spent three bands on a new Moncler |
| Don’t fuck with these niggas, these niggas be squares |
| Too many bands, I’ma flex on these niggas |
| Eight in the wok, yeah I don’t drink no liquor |
| Hop out the whip, got Chanel on my slipper |
| Number Nine on my shirt and that Vlone my zipper |
| She suck on my dick then yo' lame ass kiss her |
| Whipping up dope, they call me that mixer |
| My young nigga shoot shit like Derek Fisher |
| Bust on that nigga just like a blister |
| Bust on that bitch just like I am a blister |
| Can’t steal my sauce I pull up like: «Hey Mister!» |
| Fucked on your bitch and I know that you kissed her |
| Then float away in the whip like a whisker |
| Handle all my liquor, if she can’t, I’ma diss her |
| That nigga be pussy, if I punch, call it fist her |
| Hold up, wait a minute my nigga, 'cause now my wrist hurt |
| Yellow coat, with the yellow feathers like I’m Big Bird |
| You heard, like Chris I tuck her, she ride like trucker |
| And the way that her pussy slides, so damn good |
| That I just said «Can't Believe That It’s Not Butter!» |
| Hate these niggas like I’m Uncle Ruckus |
| Like a young wild child, cause too much ruckus |
| Take a look at my file, make too much buckets |
| Pistol on me like a collared shirt, had to just tuck it |
| Breast milk, like I drop milk |
| Pull up in the bat, oh yeah Mobile |
| Put the nigga so I’ll, like roadkill |
| Shoutout nigga 'preme tho, got no deal |
| Bust down my wrist, I got no deal |
| Shoutout to Boat you know for the boy I kill |
| Glock on my hip, that’s a big steel |
| Send my young nigga go do a drill |
| Beat up the pot, I ain’t cooking no oatmeal |
| These niggas flaggin', football drill |
| Out of Neiman Marcus spent a big bill |
| Feeling like a carcass, that boy killed |
| Diamonds out the water, like they grew gills |
| So I’m gon' float yeah, like Root Beer |
| Bout to catch a body, get a tat tear |
| Boss like Ross but I don’t eat pears |