She don't want no mo sweet lovin' music, no mo
Switchin' lanes, need them thug acoustics, let it go
Two sticks beat on her drums, explicit
Strumming on her strings til the song bleeds illicit
Candy-coated dreams, she's outgrown the flavor
Hard-knock beats, now they doing her a favor
Basslines deep, got her soul caught in the fever
Sharp notes cut, like a lyrical cleaver
No more lullabies, too soft to vibe
Crazy rhythms in her ride, she's come alive
No mo' ballads, she needs raw and rough
Gone from sweet serenades to that gangsta stuff
From roses on her pillow to 808s in her trunk
Bumpin' hard in the night, where the shadows funk
Melodies dirty, got her losing her mind
Chasing high notes, in the grime she's confined
From roses on her pillow to 808s in her trunk
Bumpin' hard in the night, where the shadows funk
Melodies dirty, got her losing her mind
Chasing high notes, in the grime she's confined
Drums thump, a symphony of claps and snaps
Caught in the cadence, ain't no easy traps
Her heartstrings pulled by a ruthless riff
No more sweet dreams, just street beats and myths
No more lullabies, too soft to vibe
Crazy rhythms in her ride, she's come alive
No mo' ballads, she needs raw and rough
Gone from sweet serenades to that gangsta stuff
GOGETTAONE - No More (Sweet) Lyrics
GOGETTAONE - No More (Sweet) Lyrics
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She don't want no mo sweet lovin' music, no mo
Switchin' lanes, need them thug acoustics, let it go
Two sticks beat on her drums, explicit
Strumming on her strings til the song bleeds illicit
Candy-coated dreams, she's outgrown the flavor
Hard-knock beats, now they doing her a favor
Basslines deep, got her soul caught in the fever
Sharp notes cut, like a lyrical cleaver
No more lullabies, too soft to vibe
Crazy rhythms in her ride, she's come alive
No mo' ballads, she needs raw and rough
Gone from sweet serenades to that gangsta stuff
From roses on her pillow to 808s in her trunk
Bumpin' hard in the night, where the shadows funk
Melodies dirty, got her losing her mind
Chasing high notes, in the grime she's confined
From roses on her pillow to 808s in her trunk
Bumpin' hard in the night, where the shadows funk
Melodies dirty, got her losing her mind
Chasing high notes, in the grime she's confined
Drums thump, a symphony of claps and snaps
Caught in the cadence, ain't no easy traps
Her heartstrings pulled by a ruthless riff
No more sweet dreams, just street beats and myths
No more lullabies, too soft to vibe
Crazy rhythms in her ride, she's come alive
No mo' ballads, she needs raw and rough
Gone from sweet serenades to that gangsta stuff
Switchin' lanes, need them thug acoustics, let it go
Two sticks beat on her drums, explicit
Strumming on her strings til the song bleeds illicit
Candy-coated dreams, she's outgrown the flavor
Hard-knock beats, now they doing her a favor
Basslines deep, got her soul caught in the fever
Sharp notes cut, like a lyrical cleaver
No more lullabies, too soft to vibe
Crazy rhythms in her ride, she's come alive
No mo' ballads, she needs raw and rough
Gone from sweet serenades to that gangsta stuff
From roses on her pillow to 808s in her trunk
Bumpin' hard in the night, where the shadows funk
Melodies dirty, got her losing her mind
Chasing high notes, in the grime she's confined
From roses on her pillow to 808s in her trunk
Bumpin' hard in the night, where the shadows funk
Melodies dirty, got her losing her mind
Chasing high notes, in the grime she's confined
Drums thump, a symphony of claps and snaps
Caught in the cadence, ain't no easy traps
Her heartstrings pulled by a ruthless riff
No more sweet dreams, just street beats and myths
No more lullabies, too soft to vibe
Crazy rhythms in her ride, she's come alive
No mo' ballads, she needs raw and rough
Gone from sweet serenades to that gangsta stuff
Writer: Viengkhone Vongphengsy
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid