| Ain’t no love
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| Do she really love me or the fame?
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| Ain’t no love
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| And would my niggas, still be my niggas if I didn’t pay for everythang?
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| Ain’t no love, love, love, love
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| Do she really love me or the fame?
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| And would my niggas, still be my niggas if I didn’t pay for everythang?
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| Told the bitch not to do it but the bitch did it anyway
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| Then she wonder why when she talk to me I’m like «Anyway»
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| 'Are you walkin' away from me, Joseph?' |
| I’m like «Bitch, anyway»
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| Break up with me then, to me, I was still single anyway
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| We ain’t engaged, we just engage; |
| that’s it…
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| Make sure you cum after I come; |
| I’m on my way, that’s it
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| And the same time tomorrow we can do it again
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| Make love to you or fuck the shit out you and ya friend
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| 15 years old. |
| I was already keepin' it real
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| And 22 years later, that’s how I’m keepin' it still
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| Definition of an OG, baby, you should already know
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| I don’t want no ass; |
| gimme my cash, I’m out the do
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| Ain’t no love
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| Do she really love me or the fame?
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| Ain’t no love
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| And would my niggas, still be my niggas if I didn’t pay for everythang?
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| Ain’t no love, love, love, love
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| Do she really love me or the fame?
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| And would my niggas, still be my niggas if I didn’t pay for everythang?
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| I wish a bitch even act like she gon' touch my phone
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| Knock her ass out. |
| I hope I don’t fuck up my phone
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| She wanna know if her homegirls numbers fill up my phone
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| So many relationships within, if I give up my phone
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| Niggas would be so mad at me but they stay mad at me anyway
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| Sayin' what they gon' do to Z-Ro, Z-Ro be like, «Anyway»
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| Get rich or get rich. |
| fuck dyin', I’m like, «Anyway»
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| Can’t even concentrate on fuckin', I’m like, «Bitch, anyway»
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| Get the fuck up off me, hoe, I’m a mother fuckin' hustler
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| No disrespect but I need to be with my customers
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| I’m addicted to blue bills, Macallan 18 and a few pills
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| Ain’t never gave a fuck about what the world doin' and I promise that’s what I
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| do still
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| Ain’t no love
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| Do she really love me or the fame?
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| Ain’t no love
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| And would my niggas, still be my niggas if I didn’t pay for everythang?
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| Ain’t no love, love, love, love
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| Do she really love me or the fame?
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| And would my niggas, still be my niggas if I didn’t pay for everythang?
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| Z-Ro the Crooked, aka the Mo City Don
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| Rother Vandross, the one thang Rother Vandross never ever ever ever ever ever do
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| Is show love, it’s showing weakness you dig my backbone straight
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| It don’t never bend ya feel, cause uh…
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| Once it bend, it’s too hard to go back straight
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| You feel, Vandross no love for a nigga and no love for a bitch ya dig uh…
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| Ain’t no love
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| Do she really love me or the fame?
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| Ain’t no love
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| And would my niggas, still be my niggas if I didn’t pay for everythang?
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| Ain’t no love, love, love, love
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| Do she really love me or the fame?
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| And would my niggas, still be my niggas if I didn’t pay for everythang? |