NO REASON

Hook

Imma work the middle like Aaliyah

While doing straight shots of Tequila

Clingy butterface, crazy like Mileena

Bitch, you be trippin if you thinking that I need ya

 

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Spend eight hundred on Supreme… for no reason

I’ll buy your bitch Versace… for no reason

She’ll be with me in the evening… for no reason

When she end a sentence leave her bleeding… for no reason

Said I’d come but never came… for no reason

Been awake for three days… for no reason

Wash an addy down with everclear bitch you know I

Never fear… for no reason… for no reason

 

Verse 1

They just wanna be hurting less

So they go from ibuprofen to percocet

When I’m hurtin’, all I’m told is “church is best”

But I’m getting drunk off holy wine and fireball, I’m a burning mess

Leave me with 50 Cent and I’d still get rich

Don’t gotta die tryin’, bitch that’s the mission

This dick fit your miss, you a misfit

When I’m about to nut, she always lip off

Don’t call me daddy, bitch. That’ll make my dick soft

Licking my cock, slip of her tongue; call it slick talk

She eat too much dick, need gastric bypass like Rick Ross

Taking the uppers, I’m at the summit of fucking Kilimanjaro

When I’m at the bottom, I’m hitting the bottle, all just to kill a man’s sorrow

Maul you in a phantom, I’m a menace. Stupid ass hoe, I’m a Sith Lord; you the apprentice

End the silliness, getting insidious like motherfucker, I AM THE SENATE

 

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Please God, I just need a

Big titty bitch to give me top. Later at the

Same time: Imma hit her clit on her g-spot

...Call it a screenshot

 

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Verse 2

All these fuck boys why bitches don’t trust boys

Paraplegic talkers spitting game, but they know it’s just noise

They can’t even walk a mile in my asics

Prolly pleading for them Yeezys or bootlegging all that fake shit

Basic: looking kinda Dutch, Bro. You so goddamn

Lame bitch. Your girl know I cum slow. You fuck like you

Racing. I lost all my graces. You could never

Come close. Dude, I set the bar. You an asymptote

Smoke antidote. Go manic hoe. Throw at some foes. Cold acid

Evaporating the opposition, switching sides like Obito

Smoking dope, only when she’s asking will I choke a hoe

Feeling like Obi-Wan, I’m on the high ground, bye now, Anakins going low

Coast to coast, douches be boujee they using the booty, abusing the coochie

Picking up bimbos, I’m fluent in floozy. Drinking more liquor, I’m getting annoyed

Filling the void with groupies and Gucci. I’m hitting a joint

Sadness to madness, it’s xanny and addy from Acid to Actavis, reaching a critical point

 

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