Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Way, artist - Oncue. Date of issue: 27.01.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Way |
| Fuck who the man on campus |
| Goddamnit |
| Cause years I famished |
| I know I didn’t, but I think god planned this |
| I hope he planned this |
| Yeah, I’ma make jams til I get a Hologram |
| And a sister named Janet |
| I’m an honest man, I’m a Pollick fan |
| So i treat the face like the canvas, oooh |
| But it’s all about the loot |
| When I fell off, friends went poof |
| (Still) Money on my head when i nearly had no roof |
| But these girls think I’m cute from my hat to my boots, thank the lord |
| They ignored my tooth, cause of what I do in the booth |
| Ain’t that the fucking truth |
| Reincarnation Im the proof |
| Who the hell dumb enough to let me loose |
| I don’t drink goose, I like me bourbon |
| Hands 10 and 2, but I like me swerving |
| I don’t like lanes, so I broke the curb in |
| This much vision is more like a burden |
| Yeah, I’ve been saying, I’m Super Saiyan |
| Since I wrote the bangers, down in the basement |
| With the panty hoes over the clothes hangers |
| Even back when Cory was trying to smash the Topanga, yup |
| Yeah, why you so suprised, huh? |
| Now I need hummus on my rider |
| Shit, I moved to the city |
| Brought my day ones with me |
| Fuck the world except my momma |
| You can’t tell me no different |
| I don’t play with these flows |
| Nor the shit that I’m spitting |
| And these women got a hard time sitting |
| Cause I beat that kitten like I’m fresh outta prison |
| You know it |
| Know we been through some shit |
| Know we been through some shit |
| Dad done poofed and split |
| And bro done dipped |
| Then the booth got lit |
| Let me talk my shit |
| Let me talk my shit |
| Yeah, you ain’t gotta sell your crib, no, momma |
| You ain’t gotta sell your crib, you ain’t gotta sell it, no, no |
| I ain’t gon' stop till I get it, no |
| I ain’t gon' stop till I get it, no |
| I ain’t gon' stop till I get it, motherfucker |
| Nah, I ain’t gon' stop till I get it, no way |
| Now we on to something |
| Or we just on something |
| Honestly I don’t know, I really can’t tell |
| Then Just fucked with running |
| Oh, you thought I was fronting |
| Oh, you thought I was bluffing |
| Honestly man it’s nothing, I’m about to raise hell, aye |
| Just cause you rap all fast |
| Don’t hide the fact you ain’t sayin jack |
| What you think this is motherfucka |
| Can’t look back, Pops was on crack |
| It’s just that this life ain’t a pic-a-nic muhfucka |
| Living down on Chapman Street |
| Plotting on a masterpiece |
| Back when they use to laugh at me |
| Now I’m to send those to the master suite |
| Yeah, the same white kid with a New York fitted on |
| Pants too big that’s when I got shitted on |
| Name too big now you singin' to a different song |
| Pants too tight so these hoes wanna get on now! |
| Then Zav moved me out, then he drove me down |
| Cause the homies hold me down |
| With a few bucks to my name look at the shit I figured out |
| Im’a make my momma proud right now |