Warren Hue, A. Nayaka - no violence! lyrics
[Warren Hue, A. Nayaka - no violence! lyrics]
All of that wack shit
I’m a go insane, dog boy, imma wild lil kid
No tame, big honcho plug I’m the
King in this ring
Ali, hit it like Ali, hit like a diamond
Where you at bitch don’t waste my time yeah
Feel like a lion, make bands leave
A scar, I make profit
I be poppin', Dm's in my
Phone like a fountain
I be wha- I be wha- I be -
Check my cellular, chains and they
Clink on the regular aye, baby say she hope
She is familiar aye, I don’t recognise
A hoe I be telling her, telling her aye
Big dog, I don’t do no violence
Always staying fly say Hi to your
Pilot, I be making moves and I
Jump like a mosh pit
I want the the whole thing
Lil baby gave me options
Took baby shopping out in Fairfax, jump
Out with the Air Max, speeding off like
Mad Max, she just wanted Chanel and the
Hermès, fuck your mission, I’m dripping
Got all these big rings
Probably with the shit's cuz
My drip Aquafina
Got the Reefa, my pockets enough, i
Filled em, I’m wearing chinos, I come from
China, more bred I need some
I’m speeding off in Tokyo I
Might just cop a Nissan
Fuck em, I just did the
Race, shoutout to tay K
I be making moves like Big
S, on the way, I be on the way
Bitch send location, why you acting fake
You ain’t got no taste
Big dog, Big dog, I don’t do no violence
Always staying fly say Hi to your pilot, i
Be making moves and I jump like a mosh
Pit, I want the the whole thing
Lil baby gave me options
(Aye I'm the king of this shit, fuck wrong
With these pussies tryna go on me bro
Fuck you bitch ayeeee)
Shawty saw my celly but she
Found too many women
I told her not to go up and in
That is not your business
But baby do know you ain't
The one I woulda called, cause I
Ain't bout to let you wait up till the morn
Shawty call my celly
Just to get another line, the whole time
I ain't really wanted you around
I ain't never really wanna count
Up all the stacks
I ain't got the time jumping jets all that
Whip it till my pockets fold
I can see you scheming with binoculars
And I can see you pulling out a carpool
And I can see you fucking up my whole mood
Yeah, why you fucking my whole move aye
I be moving
Hella bags like i'm supposed to, got the
Dom Perignon for the whole crew
I go dumb in this bitch I got no clue
Gotta deal with my problems, problem is
Dealing with this
Shit makes me conscious, about
The things upon us
I just wanna drink, laugh
Eat, with the homies, shit
Is getting deep, 6 feet till I’m drowning
I don’t got an option
But to love you baby girl
I’ll make love to you
Make love to you, Wednesday
Evening, Cartier glistening
Party dead listening
To nothing, thinking bout what’s in
This bitch, privileged kid
Really the best life
Feel like the path to you a hallway
Short, really narrow, calendar all days busy
City lights walking down a
Street w my auntie, don’t know what to do, I
Miss fights with you, situation
Boring, shit's not important
Look at the numbers on the dial
Like I got no storage