Black Cobain

Black Cobain - No Luv lyrics

rate me

Feat. 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

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