No Love lyrics

Artist  : Big Tymers 
Song : No Love



 Send "No Love" Ringtone to your Cell 

 

[Chorus X2 (Jazze Pha & Mannie Fresh)]
[Jazze
Pha]
Its a beatiful life, colourful ice,
flyest of hoes, spending the night,
[Mannie
singing off key]
BEAUTIFU-UUL !
[Jazze
Pha]
I'm a Tymer baby, all my shit be designer
baby, Its a beatiful life !

[Verse 1
(Mannie Fresh)]
I roll through your city they
go who is that,
In a brand new Baby Blue
Cadillac,
Truck two days old, with remote
controls,
Press the mutha fuckin' button and
the TV's fold,
Out the top of the dash,
shaking they ass,
Tuck a lil' something and I
show her some cash,
I'm Mannie Fresh hoe,
represent the "S",
Cash Money Records nigga
nothing but the best,
Got a monster truck,
sitting on 30's,
Fuck the rap game cuz I still
push birdies,
I'm hood rich bitch, you know who
I are,
They don't want to fuck me they want to
fuck my car,
Now wait a minute hold up mane
get it straight,
Ya dude push pebbles birdman
push weight,
And its so incredible the things
he does,
Take a project bitch from where she
was,
Clean her life up, wife her just
because,
We some mutha fuckin' pimps you
bitch,

[Chorus X2]

[Verse 2
(Baby)]
Blastin' rounds when we moving these
pounds,
Counting cash out a shoebox, we
getting it down,
I'm holding my town, like a
nigga on a mound,
Or a crab out the bucket
when me moving around
I'm strong in the hood,
steering wheel all wood,
In the back of the
lac the nigga played all good,
I'm on my
grizzy my nizzy to get this brand new
crib,
Behind this money its gon' be a fucking
killin'
I'm moving around uptown this how its
going down,
I'm coming thru the hood for a
billi killin bitch,
Money is a must, hanging
out at the club with hoes on motorbikes my
nigga,
That ghetto life, with these calls and
brawls it ain't no love in my eyesight nigga
A
million in cash in the back of the dash and I'm
the OG driving my nigga,

[Chorus
X2]

[Verse 3 (Mannie Fresh &
Baby)]
[Mannie Fresh]
Yeah, got my root
beer dickies on,
With my mutha fuckin' diamond
studded cell phone,
I got cars to match these
clothes, with some ignorant ass banged out
project hoes,
I'm dope boy fresh, I mean that
bitch,
Thats gators on my waiter when he
serving that shit,
And I'm coming thru your
hood, disrespecting y'all,
Bass turned up loud
knocking pictures off the wall,
[Baby]
I'm
riding gangsta in a green mercedes,
throwing
spinach out the window mannie fresh and
Baby,
Icey whips with the gun on my
hip,
Bootin' up at you bitches like "fuck
y'all haters" (fuck y'all haters)
So get
straight or get this gun in your face,
And
fuck around and be a whole nother killing,
In
the sky blue bentley, 23's they spinnin,
Big
Money Heavyweight and we gettin'

[Chorus
X2]