Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Limits, artist - Key Nyata. Date of issue: 29.03.2017
Song language: English
No Limits |
| So you thought life would be easy |
| Life ain’t ever really easy |
| It’s so hard for me to please |
| Think my heart is on my sleeve |
| Think it’s time for me rebirth |
| I want everything I deserve |
| Cup of tea, I need my peace first |
| Fuck it man I might just leave Earth |
| Damier linen, I kick in my pent |
| And I’m whipping that dope in Givenchy |
| Walk in the room and the bitch on my linen |
| I told that lil' bitch my lil' business |
| Lean spilling out of my kidneys |
| Before I die, bitch I ask for forgiveness |
| I cannot live my life timid |
| There is no fear when you live with no limits |
| I add some juice with my drugs, finessing through Atlantic city |
| Yellow wrist, arm around my bitch and now she twice as pretty |
| Can’t forgive these niggas foolishness, pray the lord be with me |
| with me, that’s my 30 piece, I’ll stomp you out in cleats |
| Oh these ain’t no Robin Jeans, these just my robbing jeans |
| Can’t trust in you, fuck with you, you on the rival team |
| Xan with the lean just a boost so I think, Xan and the Xan just a boost so I |
| drink |
| Girl of my dreams, only see her when I dream, got a real down bitch |
| Dior shades on my face, I can’t see at all |
| Comme des Garçons, nigga we don’t shop in malls |
| For the price cost, bitches love to blow our balls |
| Baby suck me off, I house lick her when she gone |
| Back in high school I had everything you want |
| I was in your house too, taking what I want |
| I could fuck your spouse too, and even your mom |
| I’m running up the check, you just treadmilling on the lawn |
| I skeeted in her face and told that bitch don’t be alarmed |
| Check my neck and arm, bitch they full of lucky charms |
| Be forward if you want, bet that weapon caught your arm |
| Shoot him in the arm, now he shaking like |
| You don’t want a problem, cause my niggas solve them |
| 206 Taliban the central is an army |
| U to the A, you could meet your fucking fate |
| And I put that on my momma, I ain’t ever been a fake |
| I add some juice with my drugs, finessing through Atlantic city |
| Yellow wrist, arm around my bitch and now she twice as pretty |
| Can’t forgive these niggas foolishness, pray the lord be with me |
| with me, that’s my 30 piece, I’ll stomp you out in cleats |
| Oh these ain’t no Robin Jeans, these just my robbing jeans |
| Can’t trust in you, fuck with you, you on the rival team |
| Xan with the lean just a boost so I think, Xan and the Xan just a boost so I |
| drink |
| Girl of my dreams, only see her when I dream, got a real down bitch |