Black Cobain - No Luv lyrics
rate meFeat. Skeme & Dubb
Man my nigga bought a brick
He better cook it
I know the main niggaz hate me
But they lookin’ for me
I ain’t tryin’ to spend the night in Central Park
Cause I’m faded
On my way I get some pussy girls cause I need it
And I know that you can conceive it
And I know that you can conceive it
I know the shit that they tell you girl
Ad I know you don’t believe it
Kiss and tell
Cause I’m makin’ bell if I fail
Let me push the mail
Send it in the mail
Young niggaz wanna rap
They don’t want to go to …
Grab that top and let it
Sit in the cell
Hit that block
Told the niggaz I ain’t never gonna go to jail
No it’s heaven on earth
And I ain’t tryin’ to go to hell
Niggas say that they feel me,
That's equivalent to braille
Please don't pray on my downfall
'cause I'll be wishin' you well
On my line, yeah they on my line, I don't need to bait
Get it straight, it's aiight with me, yeah let them niggas hate
Thousand money , got to get it boy
Got the crown
I’m the king
Just let me penetrate
Why you mad boy?
You need to ventilate
God damn it, niggaz hatin’ on the bo
What are you doin’?
Why you hatin’ on the boy?
Why you hatin’ on the boy?
Why you do it?
God damn it, niggaz hatin’ on the boy
What are you doin’?
Why you hatin’ on the boy?
Why you hatin’ on the boy?
Why you do it?
God damn it, niggaz hatin’ on the boy
Why you hatin’ on the boy?
Why you hatin’ on the boy?
When you see that boy shining
Niga tell me how you feel
How you feel?
I’m on a quick drill
If I was based on emotions
I just remade my focus
Like a bitch but I ain’t trippin’
As long as she ‘s suckin’, I’m strokin’
Get on the streets and rise again
Say pimps see that
My responsibility, what the fuck?
I got your wify in the context
Gonna suck for her
When she tells me she would chew
I bite the line on the nuggets
When it’s right money rappin’
I move slowly to the kitchen
I do whatever I want to
When I want to
I never ask for your permission
My only choice is ballin’ and that is a decision
God damn it, niggaz hatin’ on the bo
What are you doin’?
Why you hatin’ on the boy?
Why you hatin’ on the boy?
Why you do it?
God damn it, niggaz hatin’ on the boy
What are you doin’?
Why you hatin’ on the boy?
Why you hatin’ on the boy?
Why you do it?
God damn it, niggaz hatin’ on the boy
Why you hatin’ on the boy?
Why you hatin’ on the boy?
Why you hatin’ ain’t the question
That’s embedded in your DNA
And you were locked behind bars for murder yesterday
But you’re free today
PSA somebody is giving some information
And in the station while detectives interrogating
Who was the shooter?
How it happened?
What type of gun it was?
Are you willing to testify?
Okay say the same shit to the judge
Snitch is snitch
Hater’s hatin’
Real is real
Fake is fake
I just can’t be who I am
If we ain’t fam
We can’t relate
Wait hold, slow up, roll up
I got my price steady on the verses
Abut to grow up
I watch some niggaz talking like they know it all
But you don’t know my thing
About to blow up
Switch the flow
Turn the gas
All I know is spas
Money will get here
Fuck the price tag
Your debt is promised
You don’t need to send no check
God damn it, niggaz hatin’ on the bo
What are you doin’?
Why you hatin’ on the boy?
Why you hatin’ on the boy?
Why you do it?
God damn it, niggaz hatin’ on the boy
What are you doin’?
Why you hatin’ on the boy?
Why you hatin’ on the boy?
Why you do it?
God damn it, niggaz hatin’ on the boy
Why you hatin’ on the boy?
Why you hatin’ on the boy?
Why you hatin' on the boy?
Why you hatin' on the boy?
Niggaz hatin' on the boy
Niggaz hatin' on the boy
Niggaz hatin' on the boy
