Lil Bobo - No Pain Lyrics

I put my thumb in her bum, I ain't even take her for lunch
And this bitch got to tell me stop or I might f*ck 'til the sun up
What up, what up
Let's go turn up with syrup
And whip the whip around the lot 'til it mo' f*ckin' burn up
Bitch we speed to the re-up
Take that back home and we T-up
I never knew if I'd meet her
But I'll take her soul If I see her
I been way too alone
Way too inside of my dome
Way too sick, I need a telephone
The doctor don't know what go on
Hella bows, hella load
Hella diamonds and gold
Hella bitches on my phone, I had to tell them all to go home
Hella whoa, hella yeah
Boy if you know then you know
Yeah, I love my bro, I love the hoes
I love the money and shows
F*ck I want more
Free up the bro
Pick up the re-up and see how it go
Never done X I feel like it's for hoes
I'd rather get mellow and talk to the floor
I put my thumb in her bum, I ain't even take her for lunch
And this bitch got to tell me stop or I might f*ck 'til the sun up
Whip, whip, whip, whip, whip the
Bitch we speed to the re-up
Take that back home then we T-up
And I'll take her soul if I see her
I'm back at it, that's a hit
Never even gave a shit
I'll never go faster after this
Might slide right back to it after this
And all my niggas really know pain
Never made a quicker buck since cocaine
I don't think I'm ever gonna f*ckin' change
And I don't think I'm ever gettin rid of pain
Oh god, I need a mo' f*ckin' sign
I need a vibe who gon' f*ck and stay quiet
I know that bitch feelin' dumb when we fight
I knew her but when she left me she died, damn
Shoulda stayed by my side
Shoulda went and kept on feedin' lies
Damn, this ain't no surprise
I think I'm best friends with the sky
I keep starin'
I can't stop it
Promise I'm toxic, the diamonds on me nauseous
I'm rolling with emotions
God I feel the motion
Rolling, goin' up
F*ckin' with the

I put my thumb in her bum, I ain't even take her for lunch
And this bitch got to tell me stop or I might f*ck 'til the sun up
What up, what up
Let's go turn up with syrup
And whip the whip around the lot 'til it mo' f*ckin' burn up
Bitch we speed to the re-up
Take that back home and we T-up
I never knew if I'd meet her
But I'll take her soul If I see her
I been way too alone
Way too inside of my dome
Way too sick, I need a telephone
The doctor don't know what go on
Hella bows, hella load
Hella diamonds and gold
Hella bitches on my phone, I had to tell them all to go home
Hella whoa, hella yeah
Boy if you know then you know
Yeah, I love my bro, I love the hoes
I love the money and shows