Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song no idea , by - P-Lo. Song from the album PRIME, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 19.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, P-Lo
Song language: English
no idea |
| Ain’t nobody like me, bitch, I’m custom |
| There’s a lot of fake shit I can’t fuck with |
| If she let me in raw, I’ma bust quick |
| Only hit her once, now she treat me like a husband (ooo) |
| But she ain’t my wife |
| She just want to be in my life |
| Consequences, being that guy |
| Know the |
| She know I’m drippin' the sauce |
| Too far from gettin' involved |
| I’m just tryna capture the moment |
| The youth always knew I was chosen |
| Make bands, let it double, watch it grow quick |
| Three-point all net when it goes in |
| Like KD and Steph, lay up on with my left |
| Keep gold chains on my chest |
| She don’t know when, but answers with yes |
| They call me the best when I dress, no less |
| Don’t you know I got the city on lock? |
| Diamonds dancing when you see me outside |
| Only one that’s really reppin' my side |
| In my zone, yeah I been in my vibe |
| Whole gang with me, I know they gon' ride |
| Got blue hundreds, really takin' my side (P-Lo, thank you for fuckin' with me) |
| No idea what to do with my kind (P-Lo, wtach your bitch though) |
| No idea what to do with my kind (it's Black) |
| He want to funk over a runner, shoot me with the pistol |
| I make green lockin' niggas, I’m like Terrance Mitchell |
| Picky nigga, I complain of the smallest pimple |
| All you gotta do is listen, bitch, it’s that simple |
| Text my phone, three AM, like «Papi, you up?» |
| I just let that brash reel, you know I tore it up |
| That’s the kind of bitch I need, drop all of them busts |
| She support me when I’m down, won’t quit when it’s tough |
| She said that nah that ain’t her, want a totem pump |
| She hate niggas like my Migos niggas hate Trump |
| She accept me how I came, she ate the molly |
| G-Star over my body, shoutout Big Tommy |
| P-Lo and Black speed, we airin' Ducatis |
| One more trip 'gon have me ice water like TB Johnny |
| Free yo ass if you treat me just like errybody |
| Last time your bitch slid through, she ate salami |
| Don’t you know I got the city on lock? |
| (Black, thank you) |
| Diamonds dancing when you see me outside |
| Only one that’s really reppin' my side |
| In my zone, yeah I been in my vibe |
| Whole gang with me, I know they gon' ride |
| Got blue hundreds, really takin' my side |
| No idea what to do with my kind |
| No idea what to do with my kind |