Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Label, artist - Lil Durk.
Date of issue: 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 |