Rod Wave - No Deal lyrics
Rod Wave [Rodarius Marcell Green] Saint Petersburg, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rod Wave - No Deal lyrics]
(That wasn't funny)
(But she laughed so hard, she almost cried)
(They're countin' months they've
Been together)
(Almost forty-nine)
(Yo, Sam, this shit heat)
(He's making fun of how she
Acted 'round the holidays)
(Damn, Dawson)
(She wears a ring
But they tell people that
They're not engaged)
(They met in class
For metaphysical philosophy)
(He tells his friends, "I like her)
('Cause she's so much smarter than me")
(They're having talks about their
Futures until 4 A.M)
(And I'm happy for thеm)
(But I wanna feel all that love and emotion)
(Be that attachеd to the
Person I'm holdin')
(Someday I'll be falling without caution)
(But for now, I'm only people watchin')
Yeah, uh
Thinkin' about my life and how
Far a nigga came
Thinkin' about my life and
Mistakes a nigga made
Steady duckin' the reaper
Everybody got a day
(Grrah)
Hopefully, I'll be ready for it (Yeah! Yeah)
Uh, I told 'em my dreams
They ain't believe this
I can't lie, even I couldn't of seen this
I just was on the bus stop
Gettin' high out of my brain
Headphones in
Listenin' to Kevin Gates sayin'
"Shooting star, shooting star"
Rapper with a pistol
That made me a shooting star
Now we all across the globe
Three hundred thousand dollar shows
We wasn't 'posed to get this far
This shit so crazy how these
Hoes tryna plot on me
(Tryna plot on me)
These niggas hatin', want my spot
Sendin' shots at me
Know I fuck with Sosa, Ghetto, Spec and Tee
Boy, you must ain't know them
Boys gon' park the car
Jump out on feet
Won't you pay a nigga back
For saving 'ya life
I don't know yet but I'm a make it right
I'm tryna ball
These niggas tryna take my life
I'll tell you what'll make a
Gangster change his life
Go to sleep with millions in his bank
Wake up in the morning, see his daughter face
Just as broke as a joke, when we was down
We was fine
(Youngin')
Start achievin' his dreams now my
Life on the line
Tell the label
"No deal" I need twenty every time
I ain't comin' to Europe if
I can't bring my .45
Tell the label
"No deal" I need twenty every time
I ain't coming to Paris if
I can't bring my .45
(Oh, woah)
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Tell the label, "No deal"
I'm fine
I can't come to Rolling Loud
If I can't bring fire
You know
I need my fire for these fuck niggas
I need my fire for these fuck niggas (Yeah)
I need my fire for these fuck niggas
I see now
I see now
I need my fire for these fuck niggas
(Grrah)
No deal (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
No, no deal
(No, no, no, no)
(No, no)
(But she laughed so hard, she almost cried)
(They're countin' months they've
Been together)
(Almost forty-nine)
(Yo, Sam, this shit heat)
(He's making fun of how she
Acted 'round the holidays)
(Damn, Dawson)
(She wears a ring
But they tell people that
They're not engaged)
(They met in class
For metaphysical philosophy)
(He tells his friends, "I like her)
('Cause she's so much smarter than me")
(They're having talks about their
Futures until 4 A.M)
(And I'm happy for thеm)
(But I wanna feel all that love and emotion)
(Be that attachеd to the
Person I'm holdin')
(Someday I'll be falling without caution)
(But for now, I'm only people watchin')
Yeah, uh
Thinkin' about my life and how
Far a nigga came
Thinkin' about my life and
Mistakes a nigga made
Steady duckin' the reaper
Everybody got a day
(Grrah)
Hopefully, I'll be ready for it (Yeah! Yeah)
Uh, I told 'em my dreams
They ain't believe this
I can't lie, even I couldn't of seen this
I just was on the bus stop
Gettin' high out of my brain
Headphones in
Listenin' to Kevin Gates sayin'
"Shooting star, shooting star"
Rapper with a pistol
That made me a shooting star
Now we all across the globe
Three hundred thousand dollar shows
We wasn't 'posed to get this far
This shit so crazy how these
Hoes tryna plot on me
(Tryna plot on me)
These niggas hatin', want my spot
Sendin' shots at me
Know I fuck with Sosa, Ghetto, Spec and Tee
Boy, you must ain't know them
Boys gon' park the car
Jump out on feet
Won't you pay a nigga back
For saving 'ya life
I don't know yet but I'm a make it right
I'm tryna ball
These niggas tryna take my life
I'll tell you what'll make a
Gangster change his life
Go to sleep with millions in his bank
Wake up in the morning, see his daughter face
Just as broke as a joke, when we was down
We was fine
(Youngin')
Start achievin' his dreams now my
Life on the line
Tell the label
"No deal" I need twenty every time
I ain't comin' to Europe if
I can't bring my .45
Tell the label
"No deal" I need twenty every time
I ain't coming to Paris if
I can't bring my .45
(Oh, woah)
Related Songs
Ayy
Tell the label, "No deal"
I'm fine
I can't come to Rolling Loud
If I can't bring fire
You know
I need my fire for these fuck niggas
I need my fire for these fuck niggas (Yeah)
I need my fire for these fuck niggas
I see now
I see now
I need my fire for these fuck niggas
(Grrah)
No deal (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
No, no deal
(No, no, no, no)
(No, no)