nolove4anga by Brexton

I ain't got no love for a nigga no-no-no love for a nigga

 

What you want from a nigga? What you want from a nigga?

 

Had some fun with a nigga, need yo love for me, nigga

 

Got no love for a nigga, what the fuck, you gold digga?

 

And she love that vanilla, I say, "What?" Shoot up killas

 

Know what's up, we gon' drill ya

 

Gun be tucked yeah we killas, uh-uh-uh

 

 

 

And no need to worry, cuz most of us be ill

 

I love you still, I can't get killed

 

Them hoes get drilled, yeah, I got them skills

 

They know I'm skilled, that's a simple fact

 

You niggas hate me for my civil acts

 

Don't know what you're on, but here's a little fact:

 

Took yo bitch to Saint Laurent and kicked her ass, uh

 

I popped that pimple Dad, the fuck you gettin' at?

 

She say my visions bad, I got ambitions, Dad

 

You got to accept that I'm not giving back

 

Imma go and kick it back, you know we kicking back

 

I got my pistol strapped, them niggas kickin' ass

 

Feel like I'm tripping bad, I was always tricking Dad

 

Ayy, okay, okay, I had a simple past full with simple acts

 

Them niggas want me dead, but they a little fat

 

And I juice up, nigga, I committed some sinful acts

 

But I'm back in the game, shit's a simple task

 

Kicked his simple ass, popped a pimple fast

 

Ayy, uh-uh-uh-uh, this shit be simple math

 

It's like 2+2 equals fish, hoes giving us simple tags

 

Just to categorize us, hoe, I had a sinful past

 

Ayy, ayy, my niggas up I took the middle path

 

Cuz I'm the middleman of a middle past, uh-uh

 

You don't have what us symbols have, my love's a simple graph

 

I can kick his ass and then sit-sit back, uh

 

You niggas know where I'm gettin' at

 

I got my lil' MAC, she a little bad

 

But she not too-too bad, I ain't missin' dad

 

Niggas kicking ass, meanwhile I'm pimpin' fast

 

All these niggas rats, all these niggas bad

 

All these niggas sad, all these niggas mad

 

All these niggas glad that I been gettin' cash

 

I got visions that haunt my little past

 

And you hate me, yeah, I'm gettin' that

 

But all of this shit is, uh, getting bad, yeah-yeah

 

She shake that lil' ass, I kicked that nigga's ass, oh-oh-oh

 

There's nothing that can be fixing that

 

My prior acts give 'em heart attacks yea they switchin fast

 

Switchin like Four Seasons, they gettin mad

 

This shit's so bad, but who cares? My Glocky gettin stashed

 

Fuck the cops fuck the SWAT fuck the peedee fuck the popes

 

Fuck yo dad, heart attack, cardiac, run it back, fuck 'em bad

 

Suck at it, tuck my shit, need to fuck that bit', ooh-ooh

 

And they miss it bad, they miss this bad

 

They miss me bad, they miss me bad, oh

 

How can we even be fixing that? Them niggas kicked so bad in they ass

 

But okay, okay, otay, okurr, I need me some bitch who has

 

(Money!) Money, money, money, I need it bad, oh-oh-oh-oh, I get the racks

 

I get the cash, I get the stacks, I get they ass, I get it fast

 

I give 'em racks, I give 'em stacks, I give 'em cash

 

I give 'em ass, I give 'em this, I give 'em things, I give 'em that

 

I give 'em rings, I get 'em mad, I get 'em sad, I get 'em bad

 

Then I get 'em glad, they gettin' capped, they gettin' snapped

 

We gettin' strapped, we giving back, we giving cash

 

To the ones who need it, I'm giving Dad

 

Heart attacks, fuck 'em up, fuck him up, I've been pimpin' that

 

Uh-huh, aight

 

 

 

(I can't trust no fake bitch, you know this)

 

(Why you lyin'? I hate this, too potent)

 

(Feel like I am dying, unnoticed)

 

(Babygirl I don't like this, I ain't too focused)

 

Yeah, feeling like I'm Joseph, them bitches don't notice

 

Ho, I feel like Roman, them hoes left me broken

 

Bitch I had my moments where I was at my lowest

 

Glock I fucking tote it, now my Glocky loaded, uh

 

Niggas act like Jonas oh yea that ho my 'pponent

 

She left me fucked up layin' in the roses

 

How can I find love when love leave me hopeless?

 

Nigga stole from me so I left him homeless (skrrt, skrrt)

 

When I get money that shit's just a bonus (fo'sure-sure)

 

Them niggas know she my magnum opus (woah-oh)

 

They the slowest, got that slowness, got that proneness

 

Bullets thru his dome bitch, yo love be bogus

 

My bars the coldest, I feel like Odin, in class, teacher droning

 

On & on & on & on, leave 'em brainless, leave 'em boneless

 

Niggas ebola, Hocus Pocus, fuck they on 'bout? Fuck the showbiz

 

Feel like Dennis full of loneness (yea-ah)

 

He did blackface and he didn't own it, ayy

 

Okay, them niggas got a diagnosis, I'm with my gang so focused, yeah

 

Them niggas know I need the antidote in huge doses

 

I don't really know yo motives, Selena Gomez

 

I leave em frozen, like I'm Elsa, I love explosives

 

Explodin is my slogan, yeah, bitches know I do aerobics

 

I been overdosing, you hoes just be roaches

 

Fuck around catch a body go bowling

 

Nigga want me dead I get it I noticed

 

You in my head always fucking probing

 

I been in my bed steady fixing my clothing

 

She was seeing red when she saw me approaching

 

Niggas fin' be dead them ashes that we smoking

 

Now his face turn red got my Glocky reloading

 

Niggas gon end up dead this the end this is where we going?

 

Out in the open, hoes'll die knowin'

 

That I'm the king of Glocky holding & toting

 

So shake dat ass for me baby you been hoping

 

That shit won't get bad for me but you just was coping

 

Them niggas always mad at me I'm so high I'm floating

 

They never send texts back at me I was fucking coasting

 

They tryna come at-at me, bitch, I am not joking

 

She always provoking, she always just posing

 

Niggas got me exploding, bad omen, you hoes rodents

 

Got her gruntin & fucking moanin, friendly fire, free roaming

 

Men'll be groping but I ain't do that shit, bears we poking

 

Uh-uh-uh, I loathe it, I'm loathing the way you hair-combing

 

And the way you look at me and start gloating

 

Ayy, bullets hit his chest & he start croaking

 

Now he fucking dead, we get to damn poaching

 

I gave you my love and I can fucking revoke it

 

You know she so bad and she don't even try to cloak it

 

Joe Rogan, them niggas always broking

 

I'm with my gang-gang-gang-gang, bitch, I'm golden

 

Y'all just left-over broken components, ayy-ayy

 

Them niggas so fake yeah they done eroded

 

They started eroding, dearest condolence

 

To them niggas talking that shit, uh-uh never showing no emotions

 

We gon smoke him we gon smoke it goin thru the motions

 

You gon get the notion she just want the lotion

 

Make her cry not a river but an entire fucking ocean

 

Hoes coaching everythang I do, but I ain't molding

 

Or conforming to this BS, them bitches choking

 

I'm posted wit yo bitch, ayy, these pics I'm posting

 

She cause commotion, bitch, I'm in Troy, uh, Imma Trojan

 

Fuck you on 'bout? We get to roasting, we get to toasting

 

His ass get toasted, my heart I was loaning

 

We all some poaches, guns I have toted, people I have quotes

 

Messages askin me if I've voted, ho, I ain't voting

 

You can suck my dick lil' bitch and fuck your promotions

 

I'm with my gang we no blood or no crip, we just that devoted

 

And I show her my utmost devotion

 

And she leave me for Otis

 

So I left her and haven't folded

 

Nothing can always be sugarcoated

 

So don't fucking sugar-coat it

 

Bitch, my heart done exploded, so high I done floated

 

Hoes get fucking scolded, why they so damn 'phobic?

 

My heart be corroded, I am them fucking GOAT, bitch

 

Always on that GOAT shit, she gon' get deep-throated

 

Yea we just deep-throating, now yo ass demoted

 

My niggas never gloated, b-b-bitch, this lie you've woven?

 

Gon' get fucked up when the walls start close in

 

B-b-b-bitch she outspoken, explosions, ferocious

 

Interwoven, lies unspoken, quotient, bad omen, oxytocin, ibuprofen

 

I just need ibuprofen to end the pain, I want ice in my potion

 

Yeah

 

 

 

I ain't got no love for a nigga no-no-no love for a nigga

 

What you want from a nigga? What you want from a nigga?

 

Had some fun with a nigga, need yo love for me, nigga

 

Got no love for a nigga, what the fuck, you gold digga?

 

And she love that vanilla, I say, "What?" Shoot up killas

 

Know what's up, we gon' drill ya

 

Gun be tucked yeah we killas, uh-uh-uh