no hard feelings

Album cover art for "no hard feelings" by Yurms

Yurms - Rap

no hard feelings

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[Intro] Okay, let's go [Chorus] Put it on me, yeah Put it on me, you know where I'm at if you feel lonely Blowin' through a pack, yeah Smellin' like sap, uh huh, I'll see We did this too many times already You get caught coming right back to me You take up all of my time already Yeah, feel like you bad for me No hard feelings, I get hard when you feelin' on me Hot tub, fuck me, leave me alone Real shit jealous, I'm a stone cold killer I get real life pissed when you don't answer the phone Smoke 'til my teeth off-whitе, no Virgil In a crib with a bad bitch, tell her roll one Nobody could do it how you do it, I mеan, no one She like getting money, bankroll, told her, "Hold one" [Verse] Yeah, In the meantime It get hot, need to chill, I need me time I could make the whole sitch buzz like a beehive Bad lil' ho smoking dope on the East Side Bunch it, show you how to crack that in real time Flush it, really smoke dope 'til I'm three high Real life, said she in love with the real type Tell her where I'm finna go to bed, make it real tight In their ears, they got my song, baby Six missed calls and it's my fault, baby Blowin' smoke in the air, out of oxygen Fuckin' hoes on the road, 'cause I own a jet, baby Got me up, tell me, do what I want to, baby You can feel shit change, and it's your fault Got that ass out, dancin' to my song, baby Got you back in my hands with your clothes off [Chorus] Said 'Put it on me', yeah Put it on me, you know where I'm at if you feel lonely Blowin' through a pack, yeah Smellin' like sap, uh huh, I'll see We did this too many times already You get caught coming right back to me You take up all of my time already Yeah, feel like you bad for me No hard feelings, I get hard when you feelin' on me Hot tub, fuck me, leave me alone Real shit jealous, I'm a stone cold killer I get real life pissed when you don't answer the phone Smoke 'til my teeth off-white, no Virgil In a crib with a bad bitch, tell her roll one Nobody could do it how you do it, I mean, no one She like getting money, bankroll, told her, "Hold one"

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  • Mullinmadeit