OnCue - No Way Lyrics

I know I didnÂ’t
But I think I planned it
So I hope I be playing this
Yeah IÂ’mma make a chance
And I get a hologram and her sister called Janie
IÂ’m an honest man
IÂ’m a public fan
ItÂ’s all about the low
When I had friends who fell out poof
Money on my head when I nearly have no roof
Girls think IÂ’m cute from my head to my boots
And Lord they know my tooth
Cause what I do , ainÂ’t the poof, IÂ’s the fucking truth
Reincarnation on the poof
I donÂ’t drink goof
I like bourbon
I like me swerving
This much vision is more like a burden
Standing in the basement with the pantyhose over the clothes hanger
Why you so surprised huh?
Now I need homies on my rider
Shit I move to the city
But my day 1 is with me
I play with these flows
It will be the shit I be spitting
And these women got a hard time thinking

No weÂ’ve been doinÂ’ some shit
No weÂ’ve been doinÂ’ some shit
Let me talk my shit
Let me talk my shit
You ainÂ’t got to sell your crib, momma, momma
You ainÂ’t got to sell your crib
You ainÂ’t got to sell it, no, no

I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it no
I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it no
I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it motherfucker
I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it no

I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it no
I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it no
I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it motherfucker
I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it no way

Honestly I donÂ’ know
I canÂ’t really tell
Then just fuck and run it
Oh you thought I was afraid
Oh you thought I was bluffing
You ainÂ’t sayinÂ’ Jack
What you think this is motherfucker?
CanÂ’t look back
And you said this life ainÂ’t picking me motherfucker
Plotting on the masterpiece
Back when they used to laugh with me
Now better send the hoes to the master suit
Same white kid
Name too big
Now you singing a different song?
Pants too tight
So these hoes wanna get it on
Cause the homies hold me down
Let the shit IÂ’ll figure it out


No weÂ’ve been doinÂ’ some shit
No weÂ’ve been doinÂ’ some shit
Let me talk my shit
Let me talk my shit
You ainÂ’t got to sell your crib, momma, momma
You ainÂ’t got to sell your crib
You ainÂ’t got to sell it, no, no

I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it no
I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it no
I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it motherfucker
I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it no

I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it no
I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it no
I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it motherfucker
I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it no way
 

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