Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Love, artist - Mark BattlesDate of issue: 30.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Love |
| I’m walking in with a gang of niggas, with a gang of niggas |
| I’m walking in with a gang of niggas, with a gang of niggas |
| I’m walking in with a gang of niggas |
| Don’t open shows, they main eventers |
| Thrill as hell, them niggas bang on Twitter |
| All is well, eat a lame for dinner |
| Party hard so we can’t remember |
| See I’m the one that she call the future |
| Don’t call me baby, just call the Uber |
| Money on my mind, I’m Carter 2'n |
| Nigga dropped Numb and he started brewing |
| I ain’t tryna beef but she kinda choosing |
| Take yo girl and leave, I’m a party pooper |
| And I could fight, so we hardly shooting |
| Ready for this life, I’mma guard the unit |
| Yeah the flow dumb, but I’m far from stupid |
| Five on me, what a Harvard student |
| Don’t need no keys, yo this car confusing |
| If you rep the 3s, we the same gang |
| All for the love, we don’t gang bang |
| Need a hundred mil just to maintain |
| Whole city mad cause they can’t hang |
| Wait, lame I was made for this |
| You don’t want if you dont take a risk |
| You ain’t real if you play the fence |
| If it’s not the 3s then I ain’t convinced, nigga what |
| No Love, no love |
| No love for the other side |
| This what they want, this what they want |
| This what they want |
| Walk in by myself, no company |
| Labels call, wanna sit, have lunch with me |
| I’m not interested in none of your puppetry |
| I’ll cut your cord if you bungee jump with me |
| I don’t care if nobody fucks with me |
| Middle finger’s up, I do nothing subtly |
| Niggas wanna rap like me |
| Now they all my kids, I’mma need my full custody |
| No love for the other side |
| Don’t talk unless you want to die |
| I think to eat another fry |
| Lyrical homicide, no Ty getting Dolla Sign |
| My whole story getting novelized |
| No fables, round tables, bark like broke cables |
| Cooking these niggas like potatoes |
| Don’t save 'em, swear I’m Kobe, don’t trade him |
| Records getting spins no Dreidel, oh David |
| Doing features for fun, they all bang like I speak with a gun |
| Got a girl out of Spain, she don’t know any English |
| But speak with her tongue with her knees on the rug |
| How I do it, I leave with a shrug |
| If I want something done, I don’t leave it to none |
| And the crazy thing is that I’ve only begun |
| But they looking at me like I’ve already won |
| No Love, no love |
| No love for the other side |
| This what they want, this what they want |
| This what they want |
| I’m walking in with a gang of bitches |
| I fuck 'em good, no anger issues |
| No angels either, grab her ankles |
| Bae relentless, ain’t pretentious but I feel like it’s my house now |
| Like a nigga switched the drapes and changed the pictures |
| Watch your tone, change your pitches pitches |
| Ain’t a vicious, hit it from a different angle |
| Switch it Big Daddy Kane, ain’t no half stepping |
| When I mangle bitches from the back |
| The type to strangle midgets nitches, ain’t no pain no gain |
| Say it slower, ain’t no pain no gain |
| Woah woah that’s just plain old sickness |
| That I got inside of me, but let me operate, I got a doc inside of me |
| The dichotomy of a sick man that need welfare and healthcare |
| And WIC wick plans and withstand |
| When the lean kick in and look like a kickstand |
| It look like my kicks saying, ain’t fuck with the shits man |
| We hustle double and juggle and smuggle the bricks fam |
| You motherfuckers are phoney, new motherfuckers, you humble |
| Except when they in the midst with the King, and kiss the ring |
| And realize they in the jungle theyselves |
| I’m in love with myself, I ain’t chasing no no bitch |
| If she ain’t hop in my whip and she ain’t tasting no dick, sing to 'em |
| No Love, no love |
| No love for the other side |
| This what they want, this what they want |
| This what they want |