glide

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[Intro] No more, no more No more, no more, no more (3.5, I want it now) No more, no more, no more (3.5, I) No more, no more, no more [Verse] 3.5, I want it now, why the world so cruel to me? Music too loud, turn it down, got the neighbors rude to me I was in another town, out on business truthfully Flip it over, rub it down, marinate the truth for me (You glide respectfully around the edge) I told 'em I'm not comin' 'round, I've been too locked in today Man, I done lost a couple pounds, I've been in that gym today 'Fore I hop up out the 'Vette, I plot on how I'll win today Police 'bout to hit the town, time to take a different way The transmission leaking, went from two to four to six to eight If I don't respond then I don't wanna hear no shit today (You glide respectfully around the edge) When you put in hella work, you start to never mind the hate (Everybody in the English-speaking world knows that-) Every day, put in work, I'm a loner (No more) She not fuckin' with the fact I'm not a stoner (No more) Shit, I'm smokin' out the scene, I'm gettin' older (No more) (No more, no more, no more) From up four to twenty-five, I'm pushin' boulders (No more) Put in work, it ain't no time to deal with folders (No more) Police pull me over, they can smell the odor (No more) Now I'm doin' numbers puttin' stress up on the motor (No more, no more, no more) Where the fuck do all of y'all keep findin' these promoters? (No more, no more, no more) I forget the straps, the press keep fuckin' up my shoulder (No more, no more, no more) This ain't something you can walk away, it's never over (No more, no more, no more) Aim for the exotic, got the grabba, hit it slower (No more, no more, no more) And I'm loc'd up, pimped up, know what I'm talkin' 'bout (No more) Every time they speakin' out my name, you got to wash ya mouth (No more) On the realest, really fuck the fame, I want a different house (No more) The sad truth about this music shit is ain't no gettin' out (No more, no more, no more) Damn, god damn (God damn) Damn (God damn) Why the fuck you keep on messin' up my plans? You want beef and I'm just coolin' with my mans (With my man) [Bridge] (You glide respectfully around the edge) You talkin' shit but take a look at where I stand You are not and you will never be my mans God damn (You glide respectfully around the edge) (No more) (No more, no more, no more) (Poppin' me a clip and get-) (Poppin' me a clip and get-) (Poppin' me a clip and get hip) (You glide respectfully around the edge) [Outro] Two guns like Huey P Shorty want nothin' to do with me I don't live my life for a single nigga So I'm not here for the scrutiny I bust a nigga at the bus stop Bust a nigga at the car wash Bust a nigga at the barber shop Bust a nigga at the studio Pull up on a nigga, six deep, only one strap, make a cameo Shorty fuck with my mystique, finna chop it up on the patio Whip clean as a bitch, go too fast for no reason Y'all was layin' up, fuckin' on the same bitch, nigga, that's treason I don't like beef, if it ain't talkin' money then I don't need it TRE 5 leave a bitch-ass nigga stuck up in the Aether TRE 5 leave a bitch-ass nigga stuck up in the Aether
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