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Fth Eaj - No Love (feat. Quan D) Lyrics



Fth Eaj - No Love (feat. Quan D) Lyrics




Yo quan

Wassup man?

I think i might cop me a tesla
Im in a good mood cos my b*tch woke me up out my sleep
Just to show what her neck a do
I'm back in the booth sippin purp i gave up onna green
It's f*cking my stomach up
I flame me a wood to the face put these hoes in they place
Cos these b*tches be cuttin up

I dont really f*ck with these niggas they envious
Im in MC f*cking city girls "period"
Everything custom that i do no fitting in
Count my own million dollar hustle we aint blending in
In between plays f*ck it im the middle man
B*tch i put in work f*ck around take some extra shifts
And i swear boa you better do the sh*t you say you did
Yea i swear the love aint always genuine

I dropped a deuce in a apple juice
When im leaning feel its like i got super powers
Hadda cut off some n*ggas to get the lute
They know i get groovy like Austin Powers
She wanna lay up onna couch i regret to inform dat im charging you by the hour
They n*ggas start rumors and telling lies
But im getting money i cant deny

I ain't brushed my hair all day but i been making new waves
My life a movie and my bank roll got some blues rays
I got some chains on my wrist my n*gga we the new slaves
I tried to told you i aint toby b*tch I'm Kunta Kinte

Can get you knocked off ima wise guy
Just crunched yo lil b*tch like some Popeyes
I told nino just wait cos we up next
Cos me and quand bout to ply some pressure
Might hit up the party and change the weather
Now the b*tches feel it i aint even press em
We always scheming to get the fetti
Ain't hear it from me then i never said it

And you cant cut my foot off n*gga bout to start a new race
Before this sh*t get out of line you better get your sh*t straight
I'm popping like a soda i swear these n*ggas sweet as kool aid
I tried to save em like im batman but these n*ggas too fake

When i got the strap you a never see it
If you can dream it go and achieve it
Used to pretend it was me rapping on the tv
Now all my old b*tches can never see me
No you cannot play me what was you thinking
I really be rapping you just was kidding
I pull up and hit three like I'm Micheal Bibby
She say she wanna cook i hit in the kitchen

Bro hit my line like he tryna drop some thought he was talking to opposition
I'm sipping coffee with yo bitch while you're trying to mug a nigga
Police trying to sweep the room like its a dirty rug up in it
N*ggas be too nosey that's why b*tch i got that snub up in here

Black on black when im on a mission
Inside out I'm miss matching brands
She licking the leather in gucci socks
Pouring up drop you kno dat im the man
I just hit her friend
Hit two times never hit again
Button no collar bout to get a bottle
Counting money often never needed friends
Trust me i stay undefeated until the end

One minute they love you one minute they hate you
N*ggas despise and hate that they ain't you
Had to break rules to get to this breakthrough
Nigga one perk wasn't enough so i take two
N*gga one meal ain't enough so i Make two
N*gga need 30
N*gga need 40
N*gga play wit quan get hit with the .40
Yea my n*ggas robbing you a still get extorted
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Yo quan

Wassup man?

I think i might cop me a tesla
Im in a good mood cos my b*tch woke me up out my sleep
Just to show what her neck a do
I'm back in the booth sippin purp i gave up onna green
It's f*cking my stomach up
I flame me a wood to the face put these hoes in they place
Cos these b*tches be cuttin up

I dont really f*ck with these niggas they envious
Im in MC f*cking city girls "period"
Everything custom that i do no fitting in
Count my own million dollar hustle we aint blending in
In between plays f*ck it im the middle man
B*tch i put in work f*ck around take some extra shifts
And i swear boa you better do the sh*t you say you did
Yea i swear the love aint always genuine

I dropped a deuce in a apple juice
When im leaning feel its like i got super powers
Hadda cut off some n*ggas to get the lute
They know i get groovy like Austin Powers
She wanna lay up onna couch i regret to inform dat im charging you by the hour
They n*ggas start rumors and telling lies
But im getting money i cant deny

I ain't brushed my hair all day but i been making new waves
My life a movie and my bank roll got some blues rays
I got some chains on my wrist my n*gga we the new slaves
I tried to told you i aint toby b*tch I'm Kunta Kinte

Can get you knocked off ima wise guy
Just crunched yo lil b*tch like some Popeyes
I told nino just wait cos we up next
Cos me and quand bout to ply some pressure
Might hit up the party and change the weather
Now the b*tches feel it i aint even press em
We always scheming to get the fetti
Ain't hear it from me then i never said it

And you cant cut my foot off n*gga bout to start a new race
Before this sh*t get out of line you better get your sh*t straight
I'm popping like a soda i swear these n*ggas sweet as kool aid
I tried to save em like im batman but these n*ggas too fake

When i got the strap you a never see it
If you can dream it go and achieve it
Used to pretend it was me rapping on the tv
Now all my old b*tches can never see me
No you cannot play me what was you thinking
I really be rapping you just was kidding
I pull up and hit three like I'm Micheal Bibby
She say she wanna cook i hit in the kitchen

Bro hit my line like he tryna drop some thought he was talking to opposition
I'm sipping coffee with yo bitch while you're trying to mug a nigga
Police trying to sweep the room like its a dirty rug up in it
N*ggas be too nosey that's why b*tch i got that snub up in here

Black on black when im on a mission
Inside out I'm miss matching brands
She licking the leather in gucci socks
Pouring up drop you kno dat im the man
I just hit her friend
Hit two times never hit again
Button no collar bout to get a bottle
Counting money often never needed friends
Trust me i stay undefeated until the end

One minute they love you one minute they hate you
N*ggas despise and hate that they ain't you
Had to break rules to get to this breakthrough
Nigga one perk wasn't enough so i take two
N*gga one meal ain't enough so i Make two
N*gga need 30
N*gga need 40
N*gga play wit quan get hit with the .40
Yea my n*ggas robbing you a still get extorted
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Writer: Edward French Jr., Miquan Dority
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Performed By: Fth Eaj
Language: English
Length: 2:31
Written by: Edward French Jr., Miquan Dority

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