DAZ DILLINGER & J.T. THE BIGGA FIGGA

DAZ DILLINGER & J.T. THE BIGGA FIGGA - No Love lyrics

rate me

(feat. The Commisiona, Guce)

[JT the Bigga Figga]

Man I devour emcees, spittin verses over trees

Have a motherfucker lookin for me overseas

Turnin G's to millions, the millions into billions

Cuz I'm tryna make this shit happen for my children

The twins, got me on the hustle after ends

All in the wind and keep far from the pen

Here we go again (go again) the Hen' got a nigga tilted

Bent like L-Bone so the competition quilted

I spilt it, worldwide to all the newses

Fuckin with this, ya loose it - get a verbal bruisin

You know pursuin the paper, treat my destiny

so if ya next to me ya better be about it

To put yourself in jepordy cuz shit done got crowded

I can't allow it, mob shit bitch can't live without it

Somehow found it unbelievable to be unbeatable

In my eyes, facin competition we unseeable

I'm finna see a bid so please

Man we can see the final finishes

My team; a lot like acid, leavin shit sizzlin

Rockin straight jean suits and Timberlands

With a hollow for you, penalty for disrespectin

Even then get a testin, my westcoast connection

We rippin fleshes, tearin intestines out of chestes

Bitch! (bitch!) bitch.. (bitch) ya know

[Hook x2]

We live the life of thugs; slangin drugs and duckin slugs

On the block collectin knots - it ain't no love

We tryna flip somethin; like a drop Benz, sittin on dubs

Ridin low, flippin on bitches, blowin on bud

[The Commisiona]

Yeah

I just got off the private plane, doin a show with the Big and Tel

Tired as hell, we happy to be back in Pimp City

Thinkin about the night before at the show

We had the whole party Get Low on the flo'

Happy to ball, ghetto stars, the other side of the globe

gettin jiggy, makin the crowd astonished the way we minglin

Got it locked now, keepin it locked down

Niggaz lookin at us like we some suckas from outta town

I didn't trip though, till I seen one of them niggaz

slip this other nigga a pistol

I called my kin, told them to bring the bulletproof camel

with the black revolver - they lookin at us like we shystie

outta towners glass ballers, and I guess some of these niggaz flawless

He said, "No problem, I'll be there in less than five whole minutes"

Time is timid, so bring the bulletproof vest too

After I got off the stage, niggaz were scarin hoes with a penis

Nigga believe this, I ain't lyin, man that's it we film it

[Hook x2]

[Guce]

Slidin in my two-thousand Caddy

Sweepin up the change from the block

When the glock shot, it's all day everyday - we bang

E-B-K, get yo' wig pushed from the cake

We ride southside, westcoast on mind

Kiss the motherfuckin fo' five

Hit him up Mobbalotti, runnin from the one time

Get Paid Mafia, shinin like diamonds

The Cardier make a hoe stare

Dick bustin through yo' pussy hair

Ghetto celebrity, thuggin till the death of me

Drinkin bullies with the gang, westcoast connect mayne

Blow a tree to maintain, do assault for petty change

Money over bitches, ridin on dubs, these bitches

From Highgrove to hittin switches

Get Paid, all about the cheddar, square-ass nigga

Hatin on a playa - the mob gon' getcha

Split ya, rippin yo' pockets on the regular

I'm that nigga that you scared of!

[Hook x2]

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