Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Forgiveness , by - Unknown T. Release date: 29.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Forgiveness |
| The sun came up |
| I made it turn to winter |
| The road game foul |
| You know these roads are bitter |
| There’s no forgiveness |
| No feelings on this road to riches |
| Rolls Royce, got it chauffeur driven |
| Rose Rollie, and these stones are hittin', yeah |
| No face, no trace, gang step on ching |
| Come bathe like Bape |
| Keep pounds in the base |
| Re-up on the stamp, then step on the flake |
| You focus on Yats, I don’t do dinner dates |
| W clock the DI plates |
| Moretim, I’m too Ubery like Drake |
| Police on my clart, I’m back, now it’s make or break |
| Bro just hit up a opp on crash |
| Time to go the Sheikh |
| You can’t ring chat, that’s bait |
| My babes found my tool and she told me behave |
| Never lack can my pride’s on stake |
| Crack Houdini or Pebb Rock Genie |
| Thick Gyal wanna T-bone with steak |
| Yo dats a mistake |
| Dem man can’t jump on the wave |
| Man been in the trap like Nafe |
| Mmm, the sun came up |
| I made it turn to winter |
| The road game foul |
| You know these roads are bitter |
| There’s no forgiveness |
| No feelings on this road to riches |
| Rolls Royce, got it chauffeur driven |
| Rose Rollie, and these stones are hittin', yeah |
| The money come either way |
| Feds outside tryna build a case |
| Stressed out, said they won’t free my mates |
| Still praying he beat his case |
| Free up, free up, I love me a gyal with a ass |
| But I hate when the booty’s fake |
| My time don’t last but she love take arch |
| So da bitch complain |
| I’m toxic, feelings erased |
| Ride alone |
| My brother still shoot if I’m right or wrong |
| Light the dro |
| The weed too loud, you can’t hide this smoke |
| And we hide two Samurais in coats |
| The whip got pulled nah we rise and toast |
| Rise and toast, 19 ghost |
| Man still ghost |
| Rock with a stainless steel for the gangnem |
| Yanks near torsos, back on a random |
| Opps been abandoned |
| I turned my hometown gold |
| One day I’ma turn that platinum |
| Rise up the Canon |
| Glad that my homeboys patterned the Buju, no Banton |
| Get slimed for ya chattin' |
| Byow flick corn in abundance, 'course we don’t ration |
| Mmm, the sun came up |
| I made it turn to winter |
| The road game foul |
| You know these roads are bitter |
| There’s no forgiveness |
| No feelings on this road to riches |
| Rolls Royce, got it chauffeur driven |
| Rose Rollie, and these stones are hittin', yeah, yeah |
| Mmm, the sun came up |
| I made it turn to winter |
| The road game foul |
| You know these roads are bitter |
| There’s no forgiveness |
| No feelings on this road to riches |
| Rolls Royce, got it chauffeur driven |
| Rose Rollie, and these stones are hittin', yeah, yeah |