No Love

No loving shit, no
No love

I ain't fuckin' with no lovin' shit (no)
I'm just tryna fuck around and get my brothers rich
I ain't even really tryna hear your little mumble shit
I just wanna hit your older sister, what's her number, kid?

Hit her with the numbing dick
Leave her feeling dumb as shit
Leave her body aching in places like I'm a hundred splits
Ricky Bobby, shake it and bake it up in the Hummer, bitch
I ain't got no patience for waiting, I'm more a runnin', kid
First or fuckin' nothing, ain't fucking with no lovin' shit

And that's the punishment of having the ambitions of a government
Federal defence, I want a trilly in my budgeting (want a trilly)
I'll be making enemies, but I won't never run from 'em
I'ma date celebrities, and after I'll be dumpin' 'em
Say she like my style soon she gon' be in my button up
And I'd also like to mention that I got some spidey senses
And can tell with you, there's something up

And I'd also like to mention that I got some spidey senses
And can tell with you, there's something up, yeah
And I'd also like to mention that I got some spidey senses
And can tell with you, there's something up

No loving shit, no, no, no love, no
No loving shit, no, no, no love, no
No loving shit, no, no, no love
No loving shit, no, no, no love

I ain't fuckin' with no lovin' shit
I'm just tryna fuck around and get my brothers rich
Showing off the honeys for the haters that been wondering
I'll be making money from my say while you'll be stuttering

I'll be looking forward to the day I let my butler in
Girl out from Ohio, and she doesn't know what London is
I'ma put the Boston D party in her stomach
Who knew a god was the grown up of a cunning kid?
Yeah, who ain't fucking with no loving shit?

No loving shit, no, no, no love, no
No loving shit, no, no, no love, no
No loving shit, no, no, no love



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Writer(s): Christopher Madden, Nick Madden
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