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Say No More
PORCHY, Ameriqa
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All of you guys
My eyes have told you
For real
For real
For real
For real
Why you tryna fuck my feelings up?
I don't know, hey
Thought I'd never touch the ceiling
That was your mistake
Well, okay, okay
Say no more, watch me go great
Say no more, watch me elevate
Love for the game, not the bitches, not the fame
On my phone I get attention and that pussy for free
Okay, okay
Say no more, watch me go great
No way, they ain't ready for us
For us, for us
They ain't ready for us, for us, for us
They ain't ready for us, for us, for us
They ain't ready for us, for us, for us
For us
Fireman flow, I'm goin' way up
But I ain't gon' need no ladder for it
Bitch ass haters better wait up
Like they tryna put some pounds upon 'em
Oh my, they won't stay up
All the fake ones stay away
Play it like MJ
But I can never fade away
On sunny weather, pussy gettin' wetter
She hot as hell, still feelin' like December
I promised my baby I won't ever change
And that she'll never find a rapper better
So won't you take a shot?
Hard times gon' be forgot
Know they got reset the spot
Bitch, don't act like I ain't hot
Why you tryna fuck my feelings up?
I don't know, hey
Thought I'd never touch the ceiling
That was your mistake
Well, okay, okay
Say no more, watch me go great
Say no more, watch me elevate
Love for the game, not the bitches, not the fame
On my phone I get attention and that pussy for free
Okay, okay
Say no more, watch me go great
No way, they ain't ready for us
For us, for us
They ain't ready for us, for us, for us
They ain't ready for us, for us, for us
They ain't ready for us, for us, for us
For us
All you rappers sound the same, I'm bored
Kill this shit one time on tour
When I'm jumpin' on stage on four
Got them on me like a spray Tom Ford
They try to stop me, they fail
The weight on the scale
And this side be sharper than nails
Swimmin' in liquor, you sippin' that venom
No wonder we hot, man, we livin' in hell
Sinnin' but winnin', could not take an L
But she take the D and she deep in as well
Well, I let her do her ting and speed for it
They feel the emotion
Your shit is eroded, my shit is explosive
Come like C4
For real
Ooh, oh, oh, oh
For real
Yeah, uh-huh
For real
For real
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