No Mas (feat. Yung Simmie)
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Mami Me No Mas I'm sipping Vino Ross They can't believe the sauce This straight from Viva LAS Vegas, Yall want me to rock yall stages Better kick in dough like the spot got raided Pull up in a drop thots waving Hey, mama I'm on top I made it Yea I'm up, yea I'm up I was down I was stuck Ima get it out the mud All grind aint no luck Yea I'm up yea I'm up You put me down it was tough Now you got your hand out you know I don't give a f*ck You better Bounce, hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey Bounce, hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey Ay bitch you better bounce, hey, bounce hey Bounce, hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey bounce F*ck outta my face hold up Mami Me No mas I'm sipping Vino Ross They can't believe the sauce This straight from Viva hold up hold up Mob shit, mob shit Look at who I mob wit I'm predicting profit No, I aint a prophet Inspired by this god shit Flexing off my inner god This booth ain't no synagogue But you jew- wish you could top this Stop it, cause I had enough of Niggas that think you owe em When they wasn't around while you had to suffer Holding a grudge and I won't budge till I get back at you fuckas Making amends without revenge that Is for suckas So, bitch you better Bounce, hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey Bounce, hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey Ay bitch you better bounce, hey, bounce hey Bounce, hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey bounce F*ck outta my face hold up Yea, yea, I smoke out the place I smoke in ya face Ounces, bitch you better bounce it Sit a nigga down got the Glock under the couches Rat trap for the mouse's And I don't even give a f*ck You can hear the whip when I'm pulling up Drank in my double cup Feeling like the matrix how I'm slowed up Crew full of killers you don't know us We the type of niggas that will show up Came along way from eating cold cuts Got a bad bitch with a fat ass Gotta keep the Glock by the fat stash Money so dirty can't take baths They know what I'm bout cause I love cash Hustler of the year gotta get that No pussies over here nigga get back Aint talking cash nigga better bounce When I'm smoking dope know it's by the ounce I'll make them goons run up in your house Don't ask cause you know what that drama bout I'm the type of dude bring my bros out I'm the type of dude bring the hoes out I come out and play when the pros out And I work over time when you close out Bounce, hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey Bounce, hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey Ay bitch you better bounce, hey Bounce hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey, bounce, hey bounce F*ck outta my face hold up
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Written by: Andrew Thomas, Nathaniel Hardy
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