Kalan.FrFr - Ain't No Fun lyrics

Kalan Montgomery [L.A., California. USA.]

[Kalan.FrFr - Ain't No Fun lyrics]

Said baby, won’t you pull with some
Bitches for my niggas?
We got money, we got weed
 if they fine we got liquor
All my dawgs real
 I don't know no hoe niggas
And we got all bitches
Take 'em from them broke niggas

Pull up with your homegirls, we at the BnB
We ain't lettin' in no weak hoes, baby
I'ma keep it G
Want you to bring them freak hoes
That go out every week
The ones mad at her man
The one that drinkin' Henn
The one who got that Benz
We like bad bitches
Pussy fire, finna buy that hoe a bag bitches
Love them fr-freaks
Them talk shit to mad bitches
Them thick bitches or them skinny
With the ass bitches

Pop that pussy, shawty
Show 'em how you do that
I’ma thugger baby, I be with the thugs
It’s gangster party, we brought all the guns
It ain’t a Murda beat
But we brought all the drums in
Fuck your nigga
We don’t care ‘bout who you fuck with
We’ll rob him, you don’t want to go home?
Spend the night then
Baby, we some real niggas, we ain't like them
Gas your friend up like she need hype man

Said baby, won’t you pull with some
Bitches for my niggas?
We got money, we got weed
If they fine we got liquor
All my dawgs real, I don't know no hoe niggas
And we got all bitches
Take 'em from them broke niggas

Yeah, we from the trenches
But we like some sadiddy bitches
Keep your hair and nails done, pretty bitches
Pop that pussy for that Snap and for that IG
Pop that pussy for real nigga
Like me yeah, yeah, yeah
Dripped up, my whole fit Givenchy
I’m that nigga in the city so she want me
She heard I just went up a milli
So she on me
Baby, pull up with your fine ass, she said
"It’s D'ussé in your cup, nigga
Where mines at?"
I see you kiss your homegirl, baby
Where mines at?
I used to fuck your homegirl
But it ain’t like that
Oh, you like girls too? Oh, yeah I like that

Pop that pussy, shawty
Show 'em how you do that
I’ma thugger baby, I be with the thugs
It’s gangster party, we brought all the guns
It ain’t a Murda beat
But we brought all the drums in
Fuck your nigga
We don’t care ‘bout who you fuck with
We’ll rob him, you don’t want to go home?
Spend the night then
Baby, we some real niggas we ain't like them
Gas your friend up like she need hype man

So baby, won’t you pull with some
Bitches for my niggas?
We got money, we got weed
If they fine we got liquor
All my dawgs real, I don't know no hoe niggas
And we got all bitches
Take 'em from them broke niggas

Said baby, what you want? We finna bust a BnB
You know we got them swipes
So everything up for the free
Just meet me in the backroom
Don’t let nobody see
Said you was in the bathroom
Don’t say you were with me

Pull up with your homegirls, we at the BnB
We ain't letting in no weak hoes, baby
I'ma keep it G
Want you to bring them freak hoes
That go out every week
The ones mad at her man
The one that drinkin' Henn
The one who got that Benz
We like bad bitches pussy fire
We finna buy that hoe a bag bitches
Love them fr-freaks
Them talk shit to mad bitches
Them thick bitches or them skinny
With the ass bitches

Woah, woah, woah, woah

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