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No Pen Video (MV)




Performed By: Real Kota
Language: English
Length: 2:10
Written by: Real Kota
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Real Kota - No Pen Lyrics
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Yeah
Oh, oh (Okay)
Yeah, yeah
No pen in this maf*ckin' for real (Kota did that bitch)
To go off the top of my head
I really do hate when she miss me
I really do hate when she kiss me
Cause now I get drunk of that Whisky
Just to be honest, I got an addiction, I feel like I'm Houston of Whitney (Yeah)
I really can't stay on my toes
The opps can just come in here blitzing (Yeah)
Run me back in this maf*cka' (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
I hope she don't cross a nigga
She know that I'm giving my all
She hate how I ball till I fall
She drunk she hitting them walls
Just to be honest, I lay in my bed reminiscing bout us on a call (What)
It ring can't pick up the phone
To be honest I like it at home (Let's go)
To be honest I'm liking her too (Okay)
I think bout calling her boo (Her boo)
I'm changing her name (Her name)
I'm thinking bout making us two (Okay)
I'm think bout making us two, am I going to fast, To be honest I think that I just miss you
She think I'm one to be trusted, just let me know, and then we can make it official
She know that I'm keeping it tucked in my jacket, a nigga try play and he met with this pistol
Miracles happen, but not by the crystals
I wanna take off like a missile
She said she wan' go to the beach
I hope that she turn to a leach
I hope that she turn into me
Is that crazy, nah (Alright) (Okay)
I hope that she good in the heart
You look at my teeth and its glee
I hope that I got time to tell her
I hope that she that she really can see
To go off the top of my head
I really do hate when she miss me
I really do hate when she kiss me
Cause now I get drunk of that Whisky
Just to be honest, I got an addiction, I feel like I'm Houston of Whitney (Of Whitney)
I really can't stay on my toes
The opps can just come in here blitzing
You thought I was done wit this bitch (Yeah)
I thought I was done wit it too (Her friends)
I thought you was done wit that nigga (Damn)
I thought she was done with me too (Yeah)
I really can't run from this bitch (On gang)
I pray that she run out of fuel (Yeah)
I hope that she find another
While me and my lady get drunk off them boos
Yeah I hope that she feeling me (Feeling me)
Yo lady be feeling me too(For real)
My lady be killing me (Killing me)
Yo lady be killing me too (For real)
I hope that she loyal for me (Damn)
Somebody go break him the news (Please)
She run out the house when it's dark out (Damn)
Remember to put him on snooze (Yeah)
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English

Yeah
Oh, oh (Okay)
Yeah, yeah
No pen in this maf*ckin' for real (Kota did that bitch)
To go off the top of my head
I really do hate when she miss me
I really do hate when she kiss me
Cause now I get drunk of that Whisky
Just to be honest, I got an addiction, I feel like I'm Houston of Whitney (Yeah)
I really can't stay on my toes
The opps can just come in here blitzing (Yeah)
Run me back in this maf*cka' (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
I hope she don't cross a nigga
She know that I'm giving my all
She hate how I ball till I fall
She drunk she hitting them walls
Just to be honest, I lay in my bed reminiscing bout us on a call (What)
It ring can't pick up the phone
To be honest I like it at home (Let's go)
To be honest I'm liking her too (Okay)
I think bout calling her boo (Her boo)
I'm changing her name (Her name)
I'm thinking bout making us two (Okay)
I'm think bout making us two, am I going to fast, To be honest I think that I just miss you
She think I'm one to be trusted, just let me know, and then we can make it official
She know that I'm keeping it tucked in my jacket, a nigga try play and he met with this pistol
Miracles happen, but not by the crystals
I wanna take off like a missile
She said she wan' go to the beach
I hope that she turn to a leach
I hope that she turn into me
Is that crazy, nah (Alright) (Okay)
I hope that she good in the heart
You look at my teeth and its glee
I hope that I got time to tell her
I hope that she that she really can see
To go off the top of my head
I really do hate when she miss me
I really do hate when she kiss me
Cause now I get drunk of that Whisky
Just to be honest, I got an addiction, I feel like I'm Houston of Whitney (Of Whitney)
I really can't stay on my toes
The opps can just come in here blitzing
You thought I was done wit this bitch (Yeah)
I thought I was done wit it too (Her friends)
I thought you was done wit that nigga (Damn)
I thought she was done with me too (Yeah)
I really can't run from this bitch (On gang)
I pray that she run out of fuel (Yeah)
I hope that she find another
While me and my lady get drunk off them boos
Yeah I hope that she feeling me (Feeling me)
Yo lady be feeling me too(For real)
My lady be killing me (Killing me)
Yo lady be killing me too (For real)
I hope that she loyal for me (Damn)
Somebody go break him the news (Please)
She run out the house when it's dark out (Damn)
Remember to put him on snooze (Yeah)
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Writer: Real Kota
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