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No Names Video (MV)




Performed By: Illah Dayz
Featuring: Bronze Nazareth
Language: English




Illah Dayz - No Names Lyrics




[ Featuring Bronze Nazareth ]

Step off ya course, come on up, see me what's up
Crunch time, I'm outta line, Jane, roll me one up
Pissy, drunk ass f*ck, streets got a brother corrupt
Liquor erupt, girls lost lookin for nut
Huddled up, its raining outside, hurry on up
Girl throat was like a cup, 24-7, taking in gulps
She earn her money tough, like streets is never enough
Its no bluff in they career, this broads workin all year
Threw sleet and snow and hurricanes
Bad habits, word up, its brains, don't discriminate
F*ckin and suckin, lames and the lavish
She be like, I gotta have this dough on the average
In her early twenties, young addict gettin mad lit..

She don't go by names, her style is money for brains
Flushed all her goals yo, she living like out cold
On the streets its not ah game yo
This how she maintain, one lost soul carrying
Burdens pain, feeling no shame
She don't go by names, her style is money for brains
Flushed all her goals yo, she living life out cold
On the streets its not a game
This how she maintain,
One lost soul carrying burdens pain

Girl name is champagne, pussy campaign
I used to rap to her, treat her right, rice and potatoes
She right at Rado's, carry her weight, sweetest game
Thats how she play bros, create, display role's
Wheel them in, new friends, she made hoes
13 below shopping, coppin the sluttiest clothes
Hair and nails stayin on fly, from her head to her toes
Tattoo of a rose, on her lower back by her butt
Red button on her gut, that you press, whenever wan' f*ck
Stuck in the game for a couple of bucks, its all the same
She shake her thang cold main yo, simple and plain
Its not strange, this is what she do just to make change
Went from a glamour girl body, to a cracked out frame
Pain, blame ya-self, you the the one who caused ya own death
You f*ck wit suckahs doe, thought they was Heff
Stuck you and left,
Stranded on the block, abandoned buildings,
Stung by the rock,
She ain't pop the lock
Nowadays she in a pine box

She don't go by names, her style is money for brains
Flushed all her goals yo, she living like out cold
On the streets its not ah game yo
This how she maintain, one lost soul carrying
Burdens pain, feeling no shame
She don't go by names, her style is money for brains
Flushed all her goals yo, she living life out cold
On the streets its not a game
This how she maintain,
One lost soul carrying burdens pain

Yo in the back of the mind, you can tell what's early signs
Pops he did crime, moms always cryin
Drama, life ain't shit, stay grabbin at the knife
Like this is it, basement skits, flippin out
Fillin pipes wit they fix, Lorraine, exposed quick
The life dope, weed and its kicks, her younger days
On the block hot, serving out nicks
Walk wit a bad switch, lickin clits, Like a mad bitch
Swallowed cum, passed it when she kissed her friend Who want some,
Turnin tricks in Cass Corridor
Do what you ask for,
You only gettin what you get, what you paid ya cash for
Lorraine a nine at least
Wit a mind WOULD be a dime piece
But f*cked up, she walking Chene and Mack
Strung out on crack street
No names
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Step off ya course, come on up, see me what's up
Crunch time, I'm outta line, Jane, roll me one up
Pissy, drunk ass f*ck, streets got a brother corrupt
Liquor erupt, girls lost lookin for nut
Huddled up, its raining outside, hurry on up
Girl throat was like a cup, 24-7, taking in gulps
She earn her money tough, like streets is never enough
Its no bluff in they career, this broads workin all year
Threw sleet and snow and hurricanes
Bad habits, word up, its brains, don't discriminate
F*ckin and suckin, lames and the lavish
She be like, I gotta have this dough on the average
In her early twenties, young addict gettin mad lit..

She don't go by names, her style is money for brains
Flushed all her goals yo, she living like out cold
On the streets its not ah game yo
This how she maintain, one lost soul carrying
Burdens pain, feeling no shame
She don't go by names, her style is money for brains
Flushed all her goals yo, she living life out cold
On the streets its not a game
This how she maintain,
One lost soul carrying burdens pain

Girl name is champagne, pussy campaign
I used to rap to her, treat her right, rice and potatoes
She right at Rado's, carry her weight, sweetest game
Thats how she play bros, create, display role's
Wheel them in, new friends, she made hoes
13 below shopping, coppin the sluttiest clothes
Hair and nails stayin on fly, from her head to her toes
Tattoo of a rose, on her lower back by her butt
Red button on her gut, that you press, whenever wan' f*ck
Stuck in the game for a couple of bucks, its all the same
She shake her thang cold main yo, simple and plain
Its not strange, this is what she do just to make change
Went from a glamour girl body, to a cracked out frame
Pain, blame ya-self, you the the one who caused ya own death
You f*ck wit suckahs doe, thought they was Heff
Stuck you and left,
Stranded on the block, abandoned buildings,
Stung by the rock,
She ain't pop the lock
Nowadays she in a pine box

She don't go by names, her style is money for brains
Flushed all her goals yo, she living like out cold
On the streets its not ah game yo
This how she maintain, one lost soul carrying
Burdens pain, feeling no shame
She don't go by names, her style is money for brains
Flushed all her goals yo, she living life out cold
On the streets its not a game
This how she maintain,
One lost soul carrying burdens pain

Yo in the back of the mind, you can tell what's early signs
Pops he did crime, moms always cryin
Drama, life ain't shit, stay grabbin at the knife
Like this is it, basement skits, flippin out
Fillin pipes wit they fix, Lorraine, exposed quick
The life dope, weed and its kicks, her younger days
On the block hot, serving out nicks
Walk wit a bad switch, lickin clits, Like a mad bitch
Swallowed cum, passed it when she kissed her friend Who want some,
Turnin tricks in Cass Corridor
Do what you ask for,
You only gettin what you get, what you paid ya cash for
Lorraine a nine at least
Wit a mind WOULD be a dime piece
But f*cked up, she walking Chene and Mack
Strung out on crack street
No names
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