Psychopathic Rydas - No Luv lyrics

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I got N-O-L-O-V-E for MTV

You cant see me in the locs in a black beemy

Got no love for cops not even a teeny weeny

...bit, shit

My black truck got the phat kit

So what you though you stupid little bitch?

That Full Clip gave up on all this rydin' shit?

What love I had left I done shot it

and what hater put out muthafucka well, you got it

Check this out dog I don't give a fuck

That's why I'm bombin' on you bitches I don't got no love

This whole world is insane and psycho listen to the thug-ism

Only bodies fallin' is the ones with the love in them

Representin' the Rydas because were mashin' and thuggin'

Ain't got no love for yall buggin' thinking were wildin' for nothing

If in your face its for something my windows down my truck bumpin'

My fifty speakers are thumpin' and I'm about to start dumpin'

I got no love for the government (fuck that shit)

They upset cause I'm clockin' more skrilla then the muthafuckin' president

Then have it all sent to accounts in Swiss banks

Then all the rest chillin' in my baby mama name

I got no love for innocent people caught in the way

Between a Ryda and his pay, ain't no way, not today

It's been a long time and I been waitin' on this chance

So when my bullets advance, I'm putting shit in your pants

I'm comin' straight from the murder glove I got no love

My styles underground but still so much above

You can try and shove me I still wont budge

And a thousand years from now I still be holdin' a grudge

All these punk bitch ass muthafuckas runnin around

Claimin' to ride get chopped the fuck down

You can even know me run up and give a dap

The second you turn around your catchin' one in the back

Man please, there's so many out here frontin'

Beatty eyed muthafuckas always lookin' for something

That why I never did and never would have any love

For the simple fact I hate to love, bitch what

Ain't got no love for yall bitches yall pussy as your only asset

Lets put that ass in a skirt and see where pimpin' can get

Don't be a customer getting buck for all your cheddar

Once a John twice a trick should of known better, it ain't no love

For punks who pack unloaded pistols

Then keep it plane and simple you soft as Shirley Temple

I take the gat from you and bust your whole shit out

And leave you where you lay with blood spillin' out you mouth

They call my doctor loveless ain't got no love for no other

then for your head with hot lead about to make love to one another

I'm lovin' no one if you ain't a Ryda bullets inside ya

And David Copper-fuck couldn't hide you... from the slugs

Caps spit off fly hoes suck dick

I got no love if you ain't tryna fuck, bitch

Trick another muthafucka

I got no love for radio DJ's ma's a dick sucker

I got a full clip of these heat seekin' bullets with your name

Your about to have a cryin' mama with a body to claim

I already got front page news paper fame

Plus this drink got me on this anti love thing

Only love I got is this gat in your back

When I'm jackin' your tractor make it 10 times more fat

What makes you think anybody was feelin' you?

Shit every time I see your ass I think about killin' you

I got no love for you side your side don't got no love back

Ain't got no love for the haters mad cause I'm holdin' a gat

Ain't got no time for that chatter man you can kill all that mess

I'm aiming straight for your face so fuck your Teflon vest

There ain't no love for the dust nose addicted to my crack

There layin' on their death bed I'm still getting' my money back

No love for the family and fuck all there friends

Best believe I'm getting my cheddar back in the end

Black trucks, we let you no we coming with bumps

And don't increase your chances no way when the shotgun pumps

I blow the life out your body, and bust at your ghost

My hollow points will have you dead and cooked like fuck ass pot roast

Cause you a fuck ass (punk ass fuck ass)

In the fuckin' way of my cash (In the way of my MONEY)

So it's, you I blast (Ain't no love for no fuck ass)

You a fuck ass in the fuckin' way of my cash (no love muthafucka)

So it's, you I blast (I'll bullet hole ya, I'll funeral ya)

You a fuck ass (cover your nuts bitch)

In the fuckin' way of my cash (stay away from my cheddar)

So it's, you I blast (you better get down and lay down muthafucka)

You a fuck ass (bring it)

In the fuckin' way of my cash (you done fucked up now)

So its, you I blast (whatever's whatever, Rydas don't love)