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Vallin - No Cent$ Lyrics



Vallin - No Cent$ Lyrics




I'm not Cole, Still hot in the furnace tho
I drop hoes when they talk from the pedestal
Forgot you but she know i'm unforgettable
I got smoke but she rather have the edible
Third class Mercedes whippin in convertible
I stay faded, Keep in check like its medical
They stay paying so you know my shit is credible
I sway away and keep a lane like you could never do
Runnin the game i'm bout to pull the lever fool
Ya don't know, Nah motherf*ckers never knew
Not the one, I'm counting up in two's
Shooting for threes
Lookin at me
Who could he be
Who wit his crew
Long overdue
Watch yourself i'm coming for you
Lyrical surgeon, Dr' Seuss

Ay
I got a Hunnid band wrist keep the drip runnin down
In the six motherf*cker I was born with the crown
No fish but a bitch gone drown in the sea man
When I give a lil some, Flip flop like flounder
She say she love the way i'm sounding
Type of player that she like to keep around her
Higher than the Himalayas no i'm not grounded
No games, don't play, keep clowning
And she work it like that shit is 9-5
What a time to be alive
They all f*cking with my vibe
Bigger pockets on my side
Keep it poppin with a 9
Couldn't stop it if you tried
Motherf*cker I arrived
Motherf*cker I arrived

Old booty in my left grip, Retro
Got your girl running train like metro
Hi pitch so I call her falsetto
This the real we don't the internet hoe's
She want gas so I'm bout to give her petrol
Stay average i'm about to go professional
I'm making Loaf while you're stuck with all the bread crumbs
Say the most even tho it's just the intro
Mother f*cker I arrived
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I'm not Cole, Still hot in the furnace tho
I drop hoes when they talk from the pedestal
Forgot you but she know i'm unforgettable
I got smoke but she rather have the edible
Third class Mercedes whippin in convertible
I stay faded, Keep in check like its medical
They stay paying so you know my shit is credible
I sway away and keep a lane like you could never do
Runnin the game i'm bout to pull the lever fool
Ya don't know, Nah motherf*ckers never knew
Not the one, I'm counting up in two's
Shooting for threes
Lookin at me
Who could he be
Who wit his crew
Long overdue
Watch yourself i'm coming for you
Lyrical surgeon, Dr' Seuss

Ay
I got a Hunnid band wrist keep the drip runnin down
In the six motherf*cker I was born with the crown
No fish but a bitch gone drown in the sea man
When I give a lil some, Flip flop like flounder
She say she love the way i'm sounding
Type of player that she like to keep around her
Higher than the Himalayas no i'm not grounded
No games, don't play, keep clowning
And she work it like that shit is 9-5
What a time to be alive
They all f*cking with my vibe
Bigger pockets on my side
Keep it poppin with a 9
Couldn't stop it if you tried
Motherf*cker I arrived
Motherf*cker I arrived

Old booty in my left grip, Retro
Got your girl running train like metro
Hi pitch so I call her falsetto
This the real we don't the internet hoe's
She want gas so I'm bout to give her petrol
Stay average i'm about to go professional
I'm making Loaf while you're stuck with all the bread crumbs
Say the most even tho it's just the intro
Mother f*cker I arrived
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Writer: Alvin Sua-Mene
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Vallin
Length: 2:18
Written by: Alvin Sua-Mene

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