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No Love Video (MV)




Performed By: BIG30
Language: English
Length: 2:55
Written by: Kevin Davis Jr., Rodney Wright




BIG30 - No Love Lyrics
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(Thug shit, no ho shit, mane)
Ho
Blrrrd, blrrrd
Ho (big blrrrd)
(KJ let the beat knock)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd (one, two, three, go)

Ayy (blrrrd)
I know these bitches don't love me (no)
They like how I keep lots of cash on me, I'm really thuggin' (thuggin')
Four shots from my revolver (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Tapped his bitch ass, it ain't nothin' (ain't nothin')
Keep shots up on me daily (daily)
They know I won't go for nothin' (won't go for nothin', no)

Bitch, I'm thuggin'
This Glock ain't just for show (no)
Really gon' up it and gon' buss it (gon' buss it)
I'm really CEO, I bet somethin' die, you catch me cussin' (me cussin')
Don't even argue with my bitch, the f*ck I look like fussin'? (Fussin')
With a nigga that's finna die the second that he touch me (he touch)
Don't even try it (try)
Can't name a nigga ever played with us and he ain't died (I bet he died)
He die today bet that's okay, I bet he bring five (I took out five)
If that's your bitch and he ain't f*cked her
That mean he ain't tried ('cause I ain't tried)
Ho, I'm the P in pride (P)
Nigga play me like this 2K, he might never breathe again (never play with me)
Hit him in the face (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Now his left eye might never see again (again)
Bitch ask me to put her in a car, my mama ain't even in
Bet I buy a bitch a bike before I put her in a Benz (the f*ck?)
Ayy, that ho trippin' (she trippin')
And I deserve whatever happen ever catch me slippin' (they see me slippin')
Seven shots to his chest so quickly (oh, oh)
Hit 'em with the switchy (with that fifty)
Finished the boy up with that sixty (blrrrd)
We did him ridiculous (ridiculous)
Bet you can't name a shoot out I been in and I ain't get off (at all)
They killed my cousin they, done f*cked around and pissed me off (done pissed me off)
Need four more bodies from my niggas or they gettin' cut off (gon' cut 'em off)
New opp pack, knocked him off, his dead ass don't make me cough (gas, gas, gas)
Come back and haunt me, bet his dead ass gon' die again (again)
He tried that shit, I bet this dead ass can't try again (can't try again)
KSBG my niggas Crip, blood some bang the fend (they bang the fend)
Some bosses too slidin' with Lil B and Mac, blue to the end (ayy, that's my kin)
Free the rest out the pen (blrrrd)
2020 ass gangster nigga new to killin' (this niggas some rookies)
Switch on me, a choppa, regular Glock that's Nuski livin' (I'm strapped with fully)
This shit ain't new to me
Went straight to sleep I'm used to killin' (no, I'm used to killin')
Won't talk about no missions
I ain't tellin' business to bitches (better not)
Come outside, boy (come outside)
'Cause I'm in the city with switches (come outside)
My gun fully auto, none of these bitches say semi (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
I shoot dice with players who break on a trick for a livin' (for a livin')
Quick to bet ten racks on a hit and forty more, he hit it (bet, or better fifty)

Big blrrrd, big blrrrd
Because I know these bitches don't love me (don't like me)
They like how I keep lots of cash on me, I'm really thuggin'
Four shots from my revolver (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Tapped his bitch ass, it ain't nothin' (it ain't nothin')
Keep shots up on me daily, they know I won't go for nothin' (won't go for nothin')

No, ho
Free Shiesty
Ho
Blrrrd, blrrrd, big blrrrd, blrrrd
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English

(Thug shit, no ho shit, mane)
Ho
Blrrrd, blrrrd
Ho (big blrrrd)
(KJ let the beat knock)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd (one, two, three, go)

Ayy (blrrrd)
I know these bitches don't love me (no)
They like how I keep lots of cash on me, I'm really thuggin' (thuggin')
Four shots from my revolver (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Tapped his bitch ass, it ain't nothin' (ain't nothin')
Keep shots up on me daily (daily)
They know I won't go for nothin' (won't go for nothin', no)

Bitch, I'm thuggin'
This Glock ain't just for show (no)
Really gon' up it and gon' buss it (gon' buss it)
I'm really CEO, I bet somethin' die, you catch me cussin' (me cussin')
Don't even argue with my bitch, the f*ck I look like fussin'? (Fussin')
With a nigga that's finna die the second that he touch me (he touch)
Don't even try it (try)
Can't name a nigga ever played with us and he ain't died (I bet he died)
He die today bet that's okay, I bet he bring five (I took out five)
If that's your bitch and he ain't f*cked her
That mean he ain't tried ('cause I ain't tried)
Ho, I'm the P in pride (P)
Nigga play me like this 2K, he might never breathe again (never play with me)
Hit him in the face (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Now his left eye might never see again (again)
Bitch ask me to put her in a car, my mama ain't even in
Bet I buy a bitch a bike before I put her in a Benz (the f*ck?)
Ayy, that ho trippin' (she trippin')
And I deserve whatever happen ever catch me slippin' (they see me slippin')
Seven shots to his chest so quickly (oh, oh)
Hit 'em with the switchy (with that fifty)
Finished the boy up with that sixty (blrrrd)
We did him ridiculous (ridiculous)
Bet you can't name a shoot out I been in and I ain't get off (at all)
They killed my cousin they, done f*cked around and pissed me off (done pissed me off)
Need four more bodies from my niggas or they gettin' cut off (gon' cut 'em off)
New opp pack, knocked him off, his dead ass don't make me cough (gas, gas, gas)
Come back and haunt me, bet his dead ass gon' die again (again)
He tried that shit, I bet this dead ass can't try again (can't try again)
KSBG my niggas Crip, blood some bang the fend (they bang the fend)
Some bosses too slidin' with Lil B and Mac, blue to the end (ayy, that's my kin)
Free the rest out the pen (blrrrd)
2020 ass gangster nigga new to killin' (this niggas some rookies)
Switch on me, a choppa, regular Glock that's Nuski livin' (I'm strapped with fully)
This shit ain't new to me
Went straight to sleep I'm used to killin' (no, I'm used to killin')
Won't talk about no missions
I ain't tellin' business to bitches (better not)
Come outside, boy (come outside)
'Cause I'm in the city with switches (come outside)
My gun fully auto, none of these bitches say semi (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
I shoot dice with players who break on a trick for a livin' (for a livin')
Quick to bet ten racks on a hit and forty more, he hit it (bet, or better fifty)

Big blrrrd, big blrrrd
Because I know these bitches don't love me (don't like me)
They like how I keep lots of cash on me, I'm really thuggin'
Four shots from my revolver (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Tapped his bitch ass, it ain't nothin' (it ain't nothin')
Keep shots up on me daily, they know I won't go for nothin' (won't go for nothin')

No, ho
Free Shiesty
Ho
Blrrrd, blrrrd, big blrrrd, blrrrd
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Writer: Kevin Davis Jr., Rodney Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, MIME MUSIC WORLDWIDE, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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