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 |