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No Rules Video (MV)




Performed By: Melly Santana
Language: English
Length: 2:43
Written by: Jamel Worrell




Melly Santana - No Rules Lyrics
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Been official to the bone gristle pop a Nigga like a pimple get around the city on my grizzle,ain't. No lackin hope u bought ya pistol cause they spinning thru in them rentals. Tryna smoke a nigga like a hindu, it's been hot winters cold summers, masked up before Corona word to my mother don't diss the dead before brunch you'll be dead by the supper tryna strip him dolla bills do shit to make me feel better, I get pussy with my father features I'm 3 deep just me & two Nina's cross me like Jesus and meet this meat clever from a block we influenced by pistol Peter, and puff so much reefer my mind deeper you niggas tough but not thinkers, on the road to the riches get your Rolex snatched, your chain, and your fitted Niggas bitches all that shit you be screaming I can't feel it or dig it If I catch ya em I might kill em.
If you snooze then you lose Nigga it's no rules, from where they sell crack shoot dice rob niggas for jewels make moves, head outta town to pay dues win or lose I got mines you get you.
If you snooze then you lose Nigga it's no rules in the life of a real nigga talk a walk in these shoes. Street blues feel my pain it's no rules my patna locked down it's no pressure be home soon.
The internet a get you f*cked up im still young so I don't give a f*ck but I'm still old enough knuckle up but if we can't talk then ima f*ck you up, your guard down but you post up better not post up or get your strip blown up I drop a nuc on you ya whole crew plus them too you shit dudes don't want nothing with big dude I pack tools and rap Cool got ya whole show surrounded wit mac lips Nigga u a pussy I know because of ya fat lips. Used to crack flip on ruthland from crumbs Then escape to Atlanta I got all kind of hammers if it's worth it for the bread get y'all shit toasted don't need no batteries this ain't no remote bitch pass the blunt smoke bitch dick in ya throat bitch I'm holding rolling up zootiez bout to pour up some booze still searching for the grand cru bitches screaming ohhhh
If you snooze then you lose Nigga it's no rules, from where they sell crack shoot dice rob niggas for jewels make moves, head outta town to pay dues win or lose I got mines you get you.
If you snooze then you lose Nigga it's no rules in the life of a real nigga talk a walk in these shoes. Street blues feel my pain it's no rules my patna locked down it's no pressure be home soon.
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Been official to the bone gristle pop a Nigga like a pimple get around the city on my grizzle,ain't. No lackin hope u bought ya pistol cause they spinning thru in them rentals. Tryna smoke a nigga like a hindu, it's been hot winters cold summers, masked up before Corona word to my mother don't diss the dead before brunch you'll be dead by the supper tryna strip him dolla bills do shit to make me feel better, I get pussy with my father features I'm 3 deep just me & two Nina's cross me like Jesus and meet this meat clever from a block we influenced by pistol Peter, and puff so much reefer my mind deeper you niggas tough but not thinkers, on the road to the riches get your Rolex snatched, your chain, and your fitted Niggas bitches all that shit you be screaming I can't feel it or dig it If I catch ya em I might kill em.
If you snooze then you lose Nigga it's no rules, from where they sell crack shoot dice rob niggas for jewels make moves, head outta town to pay dues win or lose I got mines you get you.
If you snooze then you lose Nigga it's no rules in the life of a real nigga talk a walk in these shoes. Street blues feel my pain it's no rules my patna locked down it's no pressure be home soon.
The internet a get you f*cked up im still young so I don't give a f*ck but I'm still old enough knuckle up but if we can't talk then ima f*ck you up, your guard down but you post up better not post up or get your strip blown up I drop a nuc on you ya whole crew plus them too you shit dudes don't want nothing with big dude I pack tools and rap Cool got ya whole show surrounded wit mac lips Nigga u a pussy I know because of ya fat lips. Used to crack flip on ruthland from crumbs Then escape to Atlanta I got all kind of hammers if it's worth it for the bread get y'all shit toasted don't need no batteries this ain't no remote bitch pass the blunt smoke bitch dick in ya throat bitch I'm holding rolling up zootiez bout to pour up some booze still searching for the grand cru bitches screaming ohhhh
If you snooze then you lose Nigga it's no rules, from where they sell crack shoot dice rob niggas for jewels make moves, head outta town to pay dues win or lose I got mines you get you.
If you snooze then you lose Nigga it's no rules in the life of a real nigga talk a walk in these shoes. Street blues feel my pain it's no rules my patna locked down it's no pressure be home soon.
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Writer: Jamel Worrell
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