No L's (feat. Saweetie) - Hit-Boy & Nas

Talk, talk to me Break it down, break it down for a chick with some money, yeah (Boom) She gon' break it down for the Huncho (Huncho) One call, she pull up pronto (Pronto) She do it, I say so, drip 'til her tip toe (Drip, drip) I got her on payroll, shawty too fire, fuego (Hey, fire) Big stick, told her lick Now buss' it down, buss' it on the kid Buss' her down (Buss' it) on the wrist We bussin' now at your whip Uh oh, we at the top floor (Uh oh) Uh oh, had to cancel all the hoes (Uh oh) Uh oh, she touched the ice and now she froze (Uh oh) Uh oh, I'm 'bout that life and now she know You've been on me for so long What's one more night alone? I might not pick up the phone But I still want you to call me We gon' start this shit off right If you hold me down then I'm a treat you nice I need to business man with a dope boy chain A business man doin' dope boy things Off the muscle Like flex, yeah, I love to see you hustle I'm emotional You know I can't let you go, I'm emotional Don't wanna see you with no hoe, I'm emotional Come on, come on baby, talk to me Break it down, break it down for a chick with some money, yeah Boss shit, get a chick with some money Yeah I'm stingy with my man like I'm stingy with my hunneds, yeah Go 'head and tell me that you love me Baby, tell me that you love me, I'm emotional Don't you be scared to call me Baby boy, you should get to know me Yeah it's true, I ain't never lonely But you should try to be my one and only You've been on me for so long What's one more night alone? I might not pick up the phone But I still want you to call me I'm emotional Hair done, nails done, heels high, I'm fly New bag, splish splash, I'm drippin' ice Hair done, nails done, heels high, I'm fly New bag, splish splash, I'm drippin' ice Plenty girls in the club gon' fight But if my bitch buckin' then I'm buckin', I'memotional But don't you be scared to call me Baby boy, you should get to know me Yeah it's true, I ain't never lonely But you should try to be my one and only (Don't play with it, don't play with it baby) (Don't play with it, baby I'm emotional) (Don't play with it, don't play with it) (I'm so emotional) (Don't play with it, don't play with it baby) (Don't play with it, baby I'm emotional) (Don't play with it, don't play with it) (I'm so emotional)

Knock, knock, knock Loud knockin' Good weed knockin' at your door Fuck, fuck, fuck, and you know we fucked up She was there, pull up, you know we gonna fuck Oh, shit, she wanna coop up No weak shit Fried as fuck, Friday night (friday night) Drivin' hot as fuck (hot as fuck) Ain't got no license (ain't got no lice) I got all this stuff (all this stuff) Stuff on my mind (stuff on my mind) Huh These girls say, "Smino, don't you know Friday your day?" I told her, "I'm up on Venus right now, girl, I'm outta your space" And I know we face to face but I'm outta my body today A nigga done worked so hard, I ain't even noticin' gains My only goal, get everythin' I want, then give it away Cheesecake, sweepstake, plant seeds, irrigate We just doin' this shit for the babes (ooh-ooh) Please s'cuse, that's what all this passion in me, got me drillin' and shakin' You are not sеt in stone, all that shit that you wrote wrote in pеncil and crayon (crayon) I'm goin' Crayola, get- I'm goin' Crayola, get high as Jay Hova Get my final say from the seance My beautiful angel, my beautiful angel is my Beyoncé-ance Ave Maria, agave tequila, my mind in the steamer, my brain a museum Don't got what you see, I'm connected like seam Cards that they dealt made a king out of him Fried as fuck, Friday night (friday night) Drivin' hot as fuck (hot as fuck) Ain't got no license (ain't got no lice) I got all this stuff (I got all this stuff) Stuff on my mind (stuff on my mind) Fried as fuck, Friday night Drivin' hot as fuck Ain't got no license I got all this stuff (all this stuff) Stuff on my mind One, two, three, four, fifth cup in My amigo done brought the Casamigos to the party (party) Send hoes on my side, I been havin' these hoes on they toes like Crocs (sell it) Ironic the pot, what's the Crock? Brought the sauce in the stu and this bitch breathin' fire (yeah-yeah) Caucasian driver, no top, Greg Popp But the spurs on that bih we outside (horses) The goal wasn't guap, it was makin' more opportunities and opps Fortunate fortitude, we got some more to do, overtake me and my rides (god damn) I really feel more community than comp', 'round here we got motion My bih ride around to Frank Ocean (these bitches want Nikes) My bro ride around with explosives (mo-mo-mo) I'm feelin' the spirit, the ghost And I can't be a mirror to somethin', that dog on the street that I go through Sometimes, you gotta move when the spirit say so Okay, Jose, I'm on Cuervo Been afflicted, feel like J.Lo Just wanna lay low, sometimes Sometimes, I find that I'm just complainin', plainin' Sometimes, I find the time to get wasted (sometimes)

You call me all friendly Tellin' me how much you miss me That's funny, I guess you've heard my songs Well, I'm too busy for your business Go find a girl who wants to listen 'Cause if you think I was born yesterday You have got me wrong So I cut you off I don't need your love 'Cause I already cried enough I've been done I've been movin' on since we said goodbye I cut you off I don't need your love, so you can try all you want Your time is up, I'll tell you why You say you're sorry But it's too late now So save it, get gone, shut up 'Cause if you think I care about you now Well, boy, I don't give a fuck I remember that weekend When my best friend caught you creepin' You blamed it all on the alcohol So I made my decision 'Cause you made your bed, sleep in it Play the victim and switch your position I'm through, I'm done So I cut you off I don't need your love 'Cause I already cried enough I've been done I've been movin' on since we said goodbye I cut you off I don't need your love, so you can try all you want Your time is up, I'll tell you why You say you're sorry But it's too late now So save it, get gone, shut up 'Cause if you think I care about you now Well, boy, I don't give a fuck I see you tryna' get to me I see you beggin' on your knees Boy, I don't give a fuck So stop tryna' get to me Tch, get up off your knees 'Cause, boy, I don't give a fuck About you No, I don't give a damn You keep reminiscin' on when you were my man But I'm over you Now you're all in the past You talk all that sweet talk, but I ain't comin' back Cut you off I don't need your love So you can try all you want Your time is up, I'll tell you why (I'll tell you why) You say you're sorry But it's too late now So save it, get gone, shut up (Too late now) 'Cause if you think I care about you now Well, boy, I don't give a fuck (Boy, I don't give a fuck) I see you tryna' get to me I see you beggin' on your knees Boy, I don't give a fuck So stop tryna' get to me (Get to me) Tch, get up off your knees 'Cause, boy, I don't give a fuck

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