Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Label , by - Lil Durk. Release date: 07.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Label |
| DY Krazy |
| Ayy, it’s so crazy 'cause I made this song off another nigga feelings |
| Know what I’m sayin'? |
| What he going through with his bitch |
| Know what I’m sayin'? |
| He actually one of my dogs |
| Know what I’m sayin'? |
| So, here you go |
| We ain’t talk in a minute, so don’t hit me up |
| And I mix my feelings with prescription drugs |
| When I fell to my knees, you ain’t pick me up |
| When I was down on my back, you said I ain’t rich enough |
| And we ain’t talk about no sex 'cause you ain’t get it up |
| And I don’t want you to suck my dick 'cause you ain’t spit enough |
| You an ungrateful lil' bitch, said I ain’t spend enough |
| You told me you want your ass shots 'cause you ain’t thick enough |
| I’m in the trenches with the sharks, I ain’t have a heart |
| Some nights I ain’t wanna talk, I left you in the dark |
| You was lurkin' on my page, you became a narc' |
| You was writing bitches back, that shit went too far |
| And I carried you on my back like I ain’t have a car |
| You was kinda mad I hang with murderers |
| Bitch, you Instagram famous, but you not a star |
| Instagram famous, but you not a star |
| Bitch, I made you, took you out the hood and I saved you |
| While them other niggas tried to play you |
| Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you un— |
| I ain’t want a label, I ain’t want a label |
| I ain’t tryna be your friend, or your man, or your husband |
| I don’t want a label |
| You steady throwin' your pussy, but I don’t want none |
| I got a wife, so after me you gotta fuck Von |
| Then Ikey, then Booka, then it’s more fun |
| I kick her out slick as hell, tell her, «Store run» |
| I know a couple divas, that’s still a secret |
| The bitches I made eat it, you would not believe it |
| This shit was never easy, I move strategic |
| Me and two, three singers, we had a threesome |
| Back to back, fuckin' back to back, off the perky |
| Back to back, told her all them lies, I was perfect |
| Always tryna run the streets deep, I was thirsty |
| Gotta watch my back, a lot of niggas tryna hurt me |
| That’s why I keep my .50 and my .30 |
| Niggas ain’t on shit, they washed up, detergent |
| Big Backwood, sat back and burned it |
| I’m better, hot like a furnace, yeah |
| Bitch, I made you, took you out the hood and I saved you |
| While them other niggas tried to play you |
| Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you un— |
| I ain’t want a label, I ain’t want a label |
| I ain’t tryna be your friend, or your man, or your husband |
| I don’t want a label |