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Yung Karo - No Ticket Lyrics



Yung Karo - No Ticket Lyrics




Yee
Yung Karo on foe nem mane (Yeew)
Let's get it
Yea (Yea, woah!)

If I said it (Yea)
Bitch, I did it (Okay)
If she with it (Uh huh)
Then I hit it (Yeah)
Say she love me (What?)
I ain't committed (Nah)
Say she wanna ride it but that bitch ain't got no ticket (Yea)
Walk up in the mall, I told that ho to pick it (No cap)
Cop a brick, I wrap it up and then I ship it
NGL some is off top, some is written
Cop a bag, bust a eighth, roll it up and then I lit it (Ayy, yuh)

Pop a bean, bitch is spinnin' like a fidget (Ooh!)
Poured her up some Henny 'cause that bitch is lookin' rigid
Deep up in her guts, that bitch suckin' on a digit
Might just throw a couple bennies, now that ho think that I'm frigid (Damn!)
Real steel in my belt, yours plastic
I ain't got no feelings, but the bitch is bad I'll tap it (Yuh)
Real deal in my set, y'all lackin'
You feenin' for the pussy but to me, it's a distraction
Bitch, I like to add, only math you know subtraction (Ooh!)
At the crib by yourself, probably jackin' (What?)
Bitch, I got two asses and a sin like assassin
Karo eatin' good y'all be snackin' on a ration (Ayy)
Hi-Point pussy bitch, and you're jammin' it (Yuh)
Bitch get mighty hot, got her fannin' it (Bitch)
Next move got you stuck, I'm plannin' it
Bitch get so damn wet I might've swam in it (Damn!)

If I said it (Yea)
Bitch, I did it (Okay)
If she with it (Uh huh)
Then I hit it (Yeah)
Say she love me (What?)
I ain't committed (Nah)
Say she wanna ride it but that bitch ain't got no ticket (Yea)
Walk up in the mall, I told that ho to pick it (No cap)
Cop a brick, I wrap it up and then I ship it
NGL some is off top, some is written
Cop a bag, bust a eighth, roll it up and then I lit it (Woah, yuh)

Pull up on a op, bust a donut (Ooh!)
Stick hangin' out a window, what's the hold up (Huh?)
Pop a Sev', homie came through told me load up
Bitch, f*ck with me and get your life end like a jump cut (Yea!)
Bitch thick, but she dumb, I call her ro-butt (What?)
Ran through him with a knife like a cold cut
Ain't no Goldilocks, get it perfect call it gold luck
Ion smoke zigs, take a back' and it get rolled up (Yea)
Weigh it with my hand, he say how much, I know the prices (Ayy)
Think she bad, but she don't know what my type is
Try me one time, bitch is left to her devices
Like Post told my momma that I'm sorry for my vices
Smoke so fine that I wrap it up in abalone (Woah)
Keep a 9, might just turn him into macaroni
Yeah she a dime but she lookin' for that alimony
Karo keep a shooter, cash him out, he finna cap him for me

If I said it (Yea)
Bitch, I did it (Okay)
If she with it (Uh huh)
Then I hit it (Yeah)
Say she love me (What?)
I ain't committed (Nah)
Say she wanna ride it but that bitch ain't got no ticket (Yea)
Walk up in the mall, I told that ho to pick it (No cap)
Cop a brick, I wrap it up and then I ship it
NGL some is off top, some is written
Cop a bag, bust a eighth, roll it up and then I lit it (Yea)
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English

Yee
Yung Karo on foe nem mane (Yeew)
Let's get it
Yea (Yea, woah!)

If I said it (Yea)
Bitch, I did it (Okay)
If she with it (Uh huh)
Then I hit it (Yeah)
Say she love me (What?)
I ain't committed (Nah)
Say she wanna ride it but that bitch ain't got no ticket (Yea)
Walk up in the mall, I told that ho to pick it (No cap)
Cop a brick, I wrap it up and then I ship it
NGL some is off top, some is written
Cop a bag, bust a eighth, roll it up and then I lit it (Ayy, yuh)

Pop a bean, bitch is spinnin' like a fidget (Ooh!)
Poured her up some Henny 'cause that bitch is lookin' rigid
Deep up in her guts, that bitch suckin' on a digit
Might just throw a couple bennies, now that ho think that I'm frigid (Damn!)
Real steel in my belt, yours plastic
I ain't got no feelings, but the bitch is bad I'll tap it (Yuh)
Real deal in my set, y'all lackin'
You feenin' for the pussy but to me, it's a distraction
Bitch, I like to add, only math you know subtraction (Ooh!)
At the crib by yourself, probably jackin' (What?)
Bitch, I got two asses and a sin like assassin
Karo eatin' good y'all be snackin' on a ration (Ayy)
Hi-Point pussy bitch, and you're jammin' it (Yuh)
Bitch get mighty hot, got her fannin' it (Bitch)
Next move got you stuck, I'm plannin' it
Bitch get so damn wet I might've swam in it (Damn!)

If I said it (Yea)
Bitch, I did it (Okay)
If she with it (Uh huh)
Then I hit it (Yeah)
Say she love me (What?)
I ain't committed (Nah)
Say she wanna ride it but that bitch ain't got no ticket (Yea)
Walk up in the mall, I told that ho to pick it (No cap)
Cop a brick, I wrap it up and then I ship it
NGL some is off top, some is written
Cop a bag, bust a eighth, roll it up and then I lit it (Woah, yuh)

Pull up on a op, bust a donut (Ooh!)
Stick hangin' out a window, what's the hold up (Huh?)
Pop a Sev', homie came through told me load up
Bitch, f*ck with me and get your life end like a jump cut (Yea!)
Bitch thick, but she dumb, I call her ro-butt (What?)
Ran through him with a knife like a cold cut
Ain't no Goldilocks, get it perfect call it gold luck
Ion smoke zigs, take a back' and it get rolled up (Yea)
Weigh it with my hand, he say how much, I know the prices (Ayy)
Think she bad, but she don't know what my type is
Try me one time, bitch is left to her devices
Like Post told my momma that I'm sorry for my vices
Smoke so fine that I wrap it up in abalone (Woah)
Keep a 9, might just turn him into macaroni
Yeah she a dime but she lookin' for that alimony
Karo keep a shooter, cash him out, he finna cap him for me

If I said it (Yea)
Bitch, I did it (Okay)
If she with it (Uh huh)
Then I hit it (Yeah)
Say she love me (What?)
I ain't committed (Nah)
Say she wanna ride it but that bitch ain't got no ticket (Yea)
Walk up in the mall, I told that ho to pick it (No cap)
Cop a brick, I wrap it up and then I ship it
NGL some is off top, some is written
Cop a bag, bust a eighth, roll it up and then I lit it (Yea)
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Writer: Mitchel Funk
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Performed By: Yung Karo
Language: English
Length: 3:00
Written by: Mitchel Funk
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